“How good are the best musical imaginations? Can a trained musician, swiftly reading a score tell just how that voicing of dissonant oboes and flutes over the massed strings will sound?” ReadingSoundImaginationMusicMusicianMusicalScoreStringsFlutesOboes Book:Consciousness Explained Source: Consciousness Explained
“We must face the fact that many today are notoriously careless in their living. This attitude finds its way into the church. We have liberty, we have money, we live in comparative luxury. As a result, discipline has disappeared. What would a violin solo sound like if the strings on the musician's instrument were all hanging loose, not stretched tight, not disciplined?” IfsWayFactsTodayChristianFacesSoundChurchResultsAttitudeLibertyDisciplineMusicianInstrumentsLuxuryStringsPreacherSoloCarelessViolin Author:Aiden Wilson Tozer
“There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. One sound comes from a chamber orchestra, the other from the beating of the heart's chamber. One comes from an instrument of graphite and wood, the other from an organ of flesh and blood. This loftier music I speak of tonight is more pleasing than the notes of the most gifted composers, more moving than a marching band, more harmonious than a thousand voices joined in hymn and more powerful than all the world's percussion instruments combined. That sweet sound of love.” WorldHeartKindTwoMovingSpeakSoundVoicePowerfulBloodSweetThousandBandInstrumentsNotesGuitarWoodsFleshTonightStringsComposerOrgansGiftedOrchestraChamberHarmoniousHymnsFlesh And BloodPercussionMarching Band Author:Michael Jackson
“I string sounds together. But to string them I have to remember a bunch of old ones I heard somewhere and then juggle them into a new rhythm and shape.” TogetherRememberSoundHeardShapesBunchRhythmStrings Author:Frank Loesser
“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
“The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless leaves. It is the main theme of the autumn music, this murmuring counterpoint of dead leaves.” WellsDifferentMovingLanguageSoundVoiceAirTreeWindShapesSummerFingersToneThemeDryAutumnStringsHarshLeafsFillingHarpsMurmuring Book:The Glory of the Garden Source: The Glory of the Garden
“The guitar to me, from the classical/gut-string guitar right through to Hendrix, et cetera, has all the range [of sound]. Within those six strings it is incredible what one can get sound-wise. It's just down to imagination, really.” SoundImaginationWiseSixGuitarIncrediblesRangeGutsStringsHendrix Author:Jimmy Page
“The mastery of one's phonemes may be compared to the violinist's mastery of fingering. The violin string lends itself to a continuous gradation of tones, but the musician learns the discrete intervals at which to stop the string in order to play the conventional notes. We sound our phonemes like poor violinists, approximating each time to a fancied norm, and we receive our neighbor's renderings indulgently, mentally rectifying the more glaring inaccuracies.” MayPlayOrderLanguageSoundPoorMusicMusicianNotesNeighborToneStringsMasteryConventionalNormViolinIntervalsRenderingViolinistDiscrete Author:Willard Van Orman Quine