“My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.” LongFeelingsPastSpiritLanguageSoundMemoriesDoorsQuietMusic IsMy FriendsFingersDepthDearGentleStringsMelodyJoyfulStrainBreezeRecollectionDepartureQuiverDear OnesCreating Beauty Author:Khalil Gibran
“Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.” PlayLeftParentSoundForeverCuttingSeaMiddleRiversDepthFishesBoatFearlessLakesFishingTailsSweetestRushingMuteMingling Author:Thomas B. Macaulay
“There's a very old recording maxim that goes, 'Distance makes depth.' I've used that a hell of a lot-whether it's tracking guitars or the whole band. People are used to close-miking amps, but I'd have a mic out around the back, as well, and then balance the two. Also, you shouldn't have to use EQ in the studio if the instruments sound right. You should be able to get the right tones simply with the science of microphone placement.” PeopleIfsShouldWellsTwoWholeUseAbleUsedSoundHellBalanceBandInstrumentsDistanceDepthGuitarStudiosToneMaximsMicrophonesMicsTrackingPlacement Author:Jimmy Page
“The more one endeavors to sound the depths of his ignorance the deeper the chasm appears.” SoundIgnoranceDepthDeeperEndeavorChasms Book:Table-talk Source: Table-talk
“We must know the measure of a man's desires before we can sound the depth of his regrets.” KnowsMenDesireSoundRegretDepthMeasure Of A Man Author:Pearl Mary Teresa Craigie
“Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.” EarthDiesHeavenSoundHoursHellFlowerOceanDepthCaughtBreatheShadeDelicateVersesEchoesDelicate Flower Author:Catherine Maria Fanshawe
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain