When I die, I want to be the only person in the world not to have seen 'The Sound Of Music.'
I grew up to the sound of live music in our Brooklyn household.
I can't record in the morning because I sound like Barry White.
Mom always tells me to celebrate everyone's uniqueness. I like the way that sounds.
I think movies lost a lot when they went to stereo and five-track sound.
Calogero 'C' Anello: It was 1960 and doo-wop was the sound on the street.
Loving Jesus is what's most important to me. I know it sounds hokey, but it's the truth.
We wanted it more live and raw. We didn't want a studio sound.
I start by using Chinese and many of the sounds of other languages are similar.
Tick. Tick. Tick. This is the sound of your life running out.
I started singing the second I could utter sound.
I don't really care how I sound.
I can sing, but it takes an incredible amount of work for me to sound acceptable.
Hell if I know. I’m twenty-six, single, just signed a year lease on an apartment…” She touched her eyebrows with her fingertips. “Damn, why did I move back here?” “Sorry.” I grimaced. “The job market isn’t as bad as it was. I’d gi...
Shall I pour for you madam?” he asks. It is an appropriate question and yet he makes it sound like a scorching proposal… “Mmmm, please,” is all I manage in reply. I watch him filling the crystal flutes one at a time. He is meticulous and seem...
And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves c...
Contentment sounds ideal; and ignorance is bliss! But what remains of truth, justice and liberty? Why can millions of parent do what I did, and not give the law a consideration? Why do I have to suffer the losses of divorce—the pain and sorrow so a...
In the middle of the night I am awakened by a sound. I sit up abruptly in bed. I hear it again. It's music. Wait, it sounds like the ice cream man, in our house. Is this some kind of twisted nightmare? The flipping ice cream man, breaking in to chop ...
Unlike the rest he had seen of the bungalow, the hall beyond the door was dark. He could see the glimmer of three doors and several framed photographs lined up along the walls. The sound of flies was louder, though they didn’t seem to be in the hal...
It was the cool gray dawn, and there was a delicious sense of repose and peace in the deep pervading calm and silence of the woods. Not a leaf stirred; not a sound obtruded upon great Nature's meditation [...] Gradually the cool dim gray of the morni...
Much of the genre pretty much sounds like popular acoustic songs you'd hear on mainstream radio. The only difference here is that the front man, instead of singing "I love her," switches the words to "I love him," referring to Jesus. Which ends up so...
