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Allegory of Music (ca. 1594), a painting of a woman writing sheet music
Composer writing
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Composer love
We get nearer to the Lord through music than perhaps through any other thing except .
Composer music
"Music" includes sounds wholly or predominantly characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats.
Composer success
In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side — there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.
Composer art
Music is like ain front of you. You're exposing everything, but surely that's better than suppressing. ... You have to dig deep and that can be hard for anybody, no matter what profession. I feel that I need to actually push myself to the limit to feelwith the.
Composer self
It appears to me that the subject of music, from Machaut to Boulez, has always been its construction. Melodies of 12-tone rows just don't happen. They must be constructed. … To demonstrate any formal idea in music, whether structure or stricture, is a matter of construction, in which the methodology is the controlling metaphor of the composition... Only by 'unfixing' the elements traditionally used to construct a piece of music could the sounds exist in themselves—not as symbols, or memories which were memories of other music to begin with.
Composer music
The emphasis of study upon a particular aspect of music is in itself ideological because it contains implications about the music's value.
Composer art
Music has no subject beyond the combinations of notes we hear, for music speaks not only by means of sounds, it speaks nothing but sound.
Composer music
We must ask whether a cross-cultural musical universal is to be found in the music itself (either its structure or function) or the way in which music is made. By 'music-making,' I intend not only actual performance but also how music is heard, understood, even learned.
Composer music
The human attitude of which classical music is the expression is always the same; it is always based on the same kind of insight into life and strives for the same kind of victory over blind change. Classical music as gesture signifies knowledge of the tragedy of the human condition, affirmation of human destiny, courage, cheerful serenity.
Composer life
We can no longer maintain any distinction between music and discourse about music, between the supposed object of analysis and the terms of analysis.
Composer music
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Composer possible
We're blues people. And blues never lets tragedy have the last word.
Composer people
Most people have music in the center of their lives. I believe my work sheds light on how music affects us and why it is so influential.
Composer music
Listening to music engages the previously acquired personal knowledge of the listener.
Composer knowledge
We must see thatis not only about music, but about how people process it. To understand any art, we must look below its surface into the psychological details of its creation and absorption.
Composer art
Music makes things in our minds, but afterward most of them fade away. What remains? ...perhaps what we learn is not the music itself but a way of hearing it.
Composer war
Being in a band is really great when you're 20. When you're 30, it's kind of 'Spinal Tap,' and when you're 40, it's just pathetic.
Composer path
If we compel the composer to write in terms of what the listener is able to hear, we flirt with the danger of freezing the evolution of musical language, whose progressive development comes about through transgressions of a given era's perceptual habits."
Composer music
I might as well endeavour to perswade [sic], that the Sun is a glorious, and beneficial Planet; as take pains to Illustrate Musick with my imperfect praises; for every reasonable Mans own mind will be its Advocate. Musick, belov'd of Heaven, for it is the business of Angels; Desired on Earth as the most charming Pleasure of Men. The world contains nothing that is good, but what is full of Harmonious Concord, nor nothing that is evil, but is its opposite, as being the ill favour'd production of Discord and Disorder. I dare affirm, those that love not Musick (if there be any such) are Dissenters from Ingenuity, and Rebels to the Monarchy of Reason.
Composer love
The term 'chromatic' is understood by musicians to refer to music which includes tones which are not members of the prevailing scale, and also as a word descriptive of those individually non-diatonic tones.
Composer music
In this day and time you can't even get sick; you are strung-out! Well by God, I'll tell you something, friend: I have never been strung-out in my life, except on music!
Composer life
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Composer time
The effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence.
Composer art
This art is music. It stands quite apart from all the others. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man's innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting] whichtook it to be.
Composer art
Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.
Composer love
Music is the brandy of the damned.
Composer music
The day you open your mind to music, you're halfway to opening your mind to life.
Composer life
Our musical alphabet is poor and illogical. Music, which should pulsate with life, needs new means of expression, and science alone can infuse it with youthful vigor. Why, Italian Futurists, have you slavishly reproduced only what is commonplace and boring in the bustle of our daily lives. I dream of instruments obedient to my thought and which with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm.
Composer life
One day I said to myself that it would be better to get rid of all that—melody, rhythm, harmony, etc. This was not a negative thought and did not mean that it was necessary to avoid them, but rather that, while doing something else, they would appear spontaneously. We had to liberate ourselves from the direct and peremptory consequence of intention and effect, because the intention would always be our own and would be circumscribed, when so many other forces are evidently in action in the final effect.
Composer action
Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 535-41.
Composer quotes
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, Expels diseases, softens every pain, Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.
Composer pain
That rich celestial music thrilled the air From hosts on hosts of shining ones, who thronged Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
Composer war
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Composer music
If music and sweet poetry agree.
Composer poetry
God is its author, and not man; he laid The key-note of all harmonies; he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and understand.
Composer man
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,— 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on this
Composer music
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast," And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
Composer age
And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
Composer beauty
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain— For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river.
Composer god
Her voice, the music of the spheres, So loud, it deafens mortals' ears; As wise philosophers have thought, And that's the cause we hear it not.
Composer music
For discords make the sweetest airs.
Composer sweet
Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell.
Composer love
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Composer art
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
Composer music
Merrily sang the monks in Ely When Cnut, King, rowed thereby; Row, my knights, near the land, And hear we these monkes' song.
Composer night
When music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell.
Composer music
In notes by distance made more sweet.
Composer sweet
In hollow murmurs died away.
Composer die
Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Composer soul
And when the music goes te-toot, The monkey acts so funny That we all hurry up and scoot To get some monkey-money. M-double-unk for the monkey, M-double-an for the man; M-double unky, hunky monkey, Hunkey monkey-man. Ever since the world began Children danced and children ran When they heard the monkey-man, The m-double-unky man.
Composer funny
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Flame arose, To th' active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn's string a touch more soft and grave. The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur'd Dance of all. And this is Musick.
Composer art
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
Composer art
The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
Composer love
Music sweeps by me as a messenger Carrying a message that is not for me.
Composer age
Our 'prentice, Tom, may now refuse To wipe his scoundrel master's shoes; For now he's free to sing and play Over the hills and far away.
Composer sin
But Bellenden we needs must praise, Who as down the stairs she jumps Sings o'er the hill and far away, Despising doleful dumps.
Composer sin
Tom he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young; But all the tune that he could play Was "Over the hills and far away."
Composer you
When I was young and had no sense I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence, And all the tunes that I could play Was, "Over the Hills and Far Away."
Composer you
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Composer
Jack Whaley had a cow, And he had nought to feed her; He took his pipe and played a tune, And bid the cow consider.
Composer play
He stood beside a cottage lone, And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.
Composer age
Why should the devil have all the good tunes?
Composer evil
Music was a thing of the soul—a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea—a strange bird singing the songs of another shore.
Composer soul
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreath
Composer dead
Cithar
Composer
Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe "The Brides of Enderby."
Composer change
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
Composer joy
Ere music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
Composer music
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
Composer spirit
I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
Composer time
A velvet flute-note fell down pleasantly, Upon the bosom of that harmony, And sailed and sailed incessantly, As if a petal from a wild-rose blown Had fluttered down upon that pool of tone, And boatwise dropped o' the convex side And floated down the glassy tide And clarified and glorified The solemn spaces where the shadows bide. From the warm concave of that fluted note Somewhat, half song, half odour forth did float As if a rose might somehow be a throat.
Composer war
Music is in all growing things; And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard; Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
Composer art
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Composer language
Yea, music is the Prophet's art Among the gifts that God hath sent, One of the most magnificent!
Composer art
He is dead, the sweet musician! * * * * He has moved a little nearer To the Master of all music.
Composer music
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Composer language
Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Composer music
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
Composer silence
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
Composer art
Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Composer time
There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voiced quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
Composer heaven
Untwisting all the chains that tie the hidden soul of harmony.
Composer soul
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
Composer man
And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.
Composer light
Mettez, pour me jouer, vos fl
Composer
La musique celeste.
Composer
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own.
Composer love
"This must be music," said he, "of the spears, For I am cursed if each note of it doesn't run through one!"
Composer music
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled.
Composer music
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
Composer time
And music too—dear music! that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much— Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream.
Composer love
'Tis believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
Composer sun
She played upon her music-box a fancy air by chance, And straightway all her polka-dots began a lively dance.
Composer music
Apes and ivory, skulls and roses, in junks of old Hong-Kong, Gliding over a sea of dreams to a haunted shore of song.
Composer dreams
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the city as the sun sinks low; And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet And fulfilled it with the sunset glow.
Composer music
Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
Composer music
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, Of whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
Composer dreams
One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown And three with a new song's measure Can trample a kingdom down.
Composer dream

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