“Rocketing fears for Grandfather aside, the whole music puzzle starts to make sense. “It’s more than a flash mob,” I insist. “Ask Professor Walker, this is Grandfather’s exit song. It’s like his portal of departure.” But Mom’s not listening. She’s preoccupied, apparently puzzled by Dad’s astonishment. Why isn’t anyone listening to me?”
Source: Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
“It’s funny,” John says, “how piano keys are black and white, yet they play a thousand different colors.”
“‘Cept there ain’t no piyana,” Captain Clark shushes.
John’s face goes blank. “Really? I thought I heard one.”
Captain Clark looks at me, almost apologetically. “He’s got Van Gogh’s ear fer music.”
Source: Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
“This Ravel guy . . . it’s nice knowing there are composers out there who can put notes together that match the way I feel. If he wrote this after a stroke, then there’s hope for all us broken people. This must be an anthem for rejects. Music like this reminds us we’re not alone, that we can come out on the right side of heartbreak. Maybe that’s why more and more people are gathering around. I bet they’re broken too.”
Source: Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
“I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology”
“I swore allegiance to your victory
You watched me take the fall
Is it any wonder that I’m wounded?
Do you even care at all?
These stars and blazing fires burn
For what you once believed
But listen close
No one is singing
Long live the king”
Source: Shipwreck Girl
“Singles also have an endearing ability to get out of their own way: Imagine trying to extend "Pappa-Oom-Mow-Mow" for an entire album (and one thing you'll have imagined is a central dilemma of some of today's best recordmakers).”
Source: The Heart Of Rock & Soul: The 1001 Greatest Singles Ever Made
“No matter how much time passes, some memories stay alive not loudly, but quietly, hidden between our smiles and our tears. They visit in silence, in the middle of the night, when the world is asleep but the heart is awake. I know our memories will never truly leave me; they will walk with me through every phase of life, not as pain anymore, but as a reminder of what love once felt like, and of what will never return the same way again. Some connections end, but the feelings they create… they stay, living softly inside us forever.”
Source: Life Simplified: Quote - Unquote
“It’s five-sixths muscle memory, as you know. When muscle memory takes over, the heart can start to sing its song. Until then, you’re stymied. You’re just going through the motions.”
“The mirthroot wrapped soft, sweet arms around his mind and dragged him into its shimmering pool.
Ruhn let himself drown in it, too mellow to do anything but let the music wash over him, his body sinking into the mattress, until he was falling through shadows and starlight. The strings of the song hovered overhead, golden threads that glittered with sound. Was he still moving his body? His eyelids were too heavy to lift to check.”
Source: House of Earth and Blood
“Fine arts are are considered as seven sisters named as, Music, Sculpture, Literature , Drama, Architecture & Cinema. However in this digital age , another fine art is to be considered.To-day all seven fine art forms depend on photography for promotion, communication, documentation and survival. Photography should be called the eighth Fine Art.”