Quotes on Playing Music

Despite all the technical improvements, it still boils down to a man or a woman and a microphone, playing music, sharing stories, talking about issues -- communicating with an audience.

If you don't know the blues... there's no point in picking up the guitar and playing rock and roll or any other form of popular music.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

There's something beautifully friendly and elevating about a bunch of guys playing music together. This wonderful little world that is unassailable. It's really teamwork, one guy supporting the others, and it's all for one purpose, and there's no flies in the ointment, for a while. And nobody conducting, it's all up to you. It's really jazz__that's the big secret. Rock and roll ain't nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat.

Playing 'bop' is like playing Scrabble with all the vowels missing.

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

Most people define themselves by what they do - 'I'm a musician.' Then one day it occurred to me that I'm only a musician when I'm playing music - or writing music, or talking about music. I don't do that 24 hours a day. I'm also a father, a son, a husband, a citizen - I mean, when I go to vote, I'm not thinking of myself as 'a musician.'

I can understand how some people might resent me for having the audacity to continue playing music, but it'd take a lot more than that to stop me from doing it. I started Foo Fighters because I didn't want to retreat.

Never play anything the same way twice.

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

If you don't live it, it won't come out your horn.

Its language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate.

When she started to play, Steinway came down personally and rubbed his name off the piano.

Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Music is my mistress and she plays second fiddle to no one.