When I started to play with my fingernails, it was not just for volume. The most important thing was giving the guitar different colors in its voices.
Andres SegoviaRead
Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.
Interpretation
Music is a heartfelt experience that requires physical and emotional connection.
In this quote, Andres Segovia emphasizes the intimate relationship between the musician and their instrument. By suggesting that one leans forward to support the guitar, he highlights the physical embodiment of music-making, which should originate from the heart, creating a resonant emotional experience both for the player and the listener.
In practice
This quote can be used during a speech at a music festival to emphasize the emotional impact of live performances.
When I started to play with my fingernails, it was not just for volume. The most important thing was giving the guitar different colors in its voices.
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