“My father was a jazz tenor sax player. He played in a lot of big bands. So I had that sound around me all the time. The first record that really caught my ear was Clifford Brown's 'Brownie Eyes.' I grew up listening to John Coltrane and Illinois Jacquet. This is where I come from... I love improvisational music.” FirstsBigsEyeFatherSoundRecordsPlayerListeningGrewBandGrew UpEarsJazzCaughtBrownIllinoisTenorsColtraneBrownies Author:Meshell Ndegeocello
“In our family, there wasn't anything else besides art. Nothing else in the world existed. My father never spoke about going to a movie or listening to music, other than my mother's singing.” WorldArtMotherFatherListeningSingingOur FamilySpokesListening To Music Author:Kiki Smith
“Turn up the TV. No one listening will suspect, even your mother won't detect it, no your father won't know. they think that I've got no respect but everything means less than zero.” ThinkingKnowsMeanMotherTurnsFatherTvsListeningSuspectsZeroNo RespectNo One ListeningLess Than Zero Author:Elvis Costello
“As a result of listening to Aberhart, my father decided to leave the farm in 1927 to study at Calgary Prophetic Bible Institute, Aberhart's training school.” SchoolFatherResultsStudyListeningTrainingDecidedFarmsInstitutePropheticCalgary Author:Preston Manning
“Woman's work as a listener is never done. ... I thought I'd spent too much of my life listening for some damn man - for my father and now for my husband.” MenDoneFatherToo MuchListeningHusbandDamnMy HusbandListeners Author:Adela Rogers St. Johns
“What daughter thinks of her parents in flagrante delicto? Yet, my mother, even after years with him, dropped hints such as, 'You know, your father enjoys his matinees.' I never even saw them go to the movies together. What could she mean? All those afternoons, I thought she was upstairs listening to La Traviata, and those high notes apparently were not coming from the radio.” ThinkingKnowsYearsMeanTogetherMotherFatherSexParentEnjoySawsListeningDaughterNotesRadioAfternoonHintsUpstairsHigh Notes Author:Joy Behar
“One of my strongest memories is my father playing bongos in the living room in Detroit listening to Motown radio. He was this skinny white bald guy, but he was really moved by blues and Motown and funk.” GuyFatherMemoriesWhiteRoomsListeningMovedRadioStrongestSkinnyLiving RoomDetroitFunkMotownBongos Author:Sufjan Stevens