Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night. Tonight there will be no morning star.
Stephen SondheimRead
Making lyrics feel natural, sit on music in such a way that you don't feel the effort of the author, so that they shine and bubble and rise and fall, is very, very hard to do. Whereas you can sit at the piano and just play and feel you're making art.
Interpretation
Creating seamless and expressive lyrics in music is a challenging task that can contrast with the more natural act of playing an instrument.
This quote by Stephen Sondheim emphasizes the difficulty of crafting lyrics that feel inherent to the music, suggesting that this seamless integration is a complex artistic endeavor. In contrast, he notes that simply playing an instrument, like a piano, can feel more instinctive and effortless, allowing the musician to express themselves freely and create art without the same level of complication.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the challenges of songwriting.
Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night. Tonight there will be no morning star.
After the Rodgers and Hammerstein revolution, songs became part of the story, as opposed to just entertainments in between comedy scenes.
Musical comedies aren't written, they are rewritten.
Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate your roots, sir... Keep it off your boots, sir- / Eats right through. Yes, get Pirelli's! / Use a bottle of it! / Ladies seem to love it... Flies do, too!
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.
Careful the spell you cast, not just on children. Sometimes the spell may last Past what you can see And turn against you... Careful the tale you tell. That is the spell.
Writers write these male stereotypes, and it makes it ten times more interesting if a woman says the lines.
By attracting attention to yourself, you distract people from the movie. Ideally, you like a movie to speak for itself. You don't describe a song before you sing it or tell about a painting before you show it. You don't reveal the recipe before you serve the dish. You taste it.
...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
One can rightly speak of an evolution in plastic art. It is of the greatest importance to note this fact, for it reveals the true way of art - the only path along which we can advance.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.