“I really don't. I have truly eclectic taste in music and I seem to cycle through phases in terms of to what's inspiring me. I'll go from Beethoven to Sigur Ros; World Music, Brit-pop, Classic Rock, Blues/Jazz, even the odd bit of Heavy metal.” WorldSeemsBitsTermRocksTasteJazzHeavyPopsOddClassicCyclesMetalsPhasesEclecticHeavy MetalBritsWorld MusicClassic RockTaste In MusicEclectic Style Author:Rachel Miner
“I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.” TasteJazzRapPacksRatsLatinoTaste In MusicRat Pack Author:Jasper Fforde
“I have very eclectic taste in music. I like everything from Nirvana, which is featured in the film, to world music, to orchestral and jazz. For me, the nineties were about Oasis, because I was travelling around Britain when that band exploded onto the music scene.” WorldFilmTasteSceneBandJazzBritainEclecticOasisWorld MusicTaste In Music Author:Isla Fisher
“There are any number of players with extensive jazz backgrounds who haven't been able to fit into other styles," "It all boils down to taste, to playing what's appropriate for the context in which you're working.” AbleNumbersPlayerStyleHavensFitTasteJazzBackgroundsAppropriate Author:Larry Carlton
“As for music, my tastes are eclectic. Elvis Costello is my all-time favorite. I listen to a lot of jazz, primarily the great female vocalists, and I am very fond of the late cabaret singer Nancy Lamott.” TasteLateFemaleJazzSingersAll TimeEclecticNancyVocalistCabaretAll Time FavoriteGreat Female Author:Laura Lippman
“People who are qualified are symphonic orchestra players and jazz musicians; they're qualified to do what they do. Rock stars are lucky. It's a combination of right time, right place and having certain genes or a gimmick or whatever, but it's really not anything more than sugar. It tastes good and goes away fast.” PeopleCertainStarsPlayerRocksTasteLuckyMusicianJazzCombinationSugarGenesRight TimeOrchestraQualifiedRock StarJazz MusicRight PlaceJazz MusicianGimmicks Author:Gene Simmons
“When her muzzle grew more white than brown, the chipmunk forgot that she and the squirrel had had nothing to talk about. She forgot the definition of "jazz" as well and came to think of it as every beautiful thing she had ever failed to appreciate: the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity.” ThinkingWellsPastBeautifulWhiteTreeBabyGrewTasteRainAppreciateRiversJazzDefinitionsWarmSmellBrownInfinityBeautiful ThingsRushingSquirrelsSwollenMuzzleChipmunks Author:David Sedaris