“Life's a show and we all play a part
And when the music starts
We open up our hearts”
Joss Whedon (1964) American director, writer, and producer for television and film
Source: The Life Energy in Music, Vol. 1 (1981), p. 105
“Life's a show and we all play a part
And when the music starts
We open up our hearts”
Joss Whedon (1964) American director, writer, and producer for television and film
Claude Debussy (1862–1918) French composer
Letter to Paul Dukas (1901)
Context: I confess that I am no longer thinking in musical terms, or at least not much, even though I believe with all my heart that Music remains for all time the finest means of expression we have. It’s just that I find the actual pieces — whether they’re old or modern, which is in any case merely a matter of dates — so totally poverty-stricken, manifesting an inability to see beyond the work-table. They smell of the lamp, not of the sun. And then, overshadowing everything, there’s the desire to amaze one’s colleagues with arresting harmonies, quite unnecessary for the most part. In short, these days especially, music is devoid of emotional impact. I feel that, without descending to the level of the gossip column or the novel, it should be possible to solve the problem somehow. There’s no need either for music to make people think! … It would be enough if music could make people listen, despite themselves and despite their petty mundane troubles, and never mind if they’re incapable of expressing anything resembling an opinion. It would be enough if they could no longer recognize their own grey, dull faces, if they felt that for a moment they had been dreaming of an imaginary country, that’s to say, one that can’t be found on the map.
Edvard Munch (1863–1944) Norwegian painter and printmaker
Manuscript (1891); as quoted in Edvard Munch and the Physiology of Symbolism (2002) by Shelley Wood Cordulack
1880 - 1895
“Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music.”
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
Song lyrics, The Red Shoes (1993)
Hariprasad Chaurasia (1938) Indian bansuri player
On hearing a performance on a woodwind by Pandit Bhola Nath of Varanasi.
My father's wrestling techniques made my lungs strong: Pandit Hariprasad Chaurasia
Henry Rollins (1961) American singer-songwriter
and only the bouncers and bartenders would see you. I'm used to it. I'm that tree that falls in the forest. <br class="br"> Clip for Studio4a http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6SuvanvZFY&feature=related at youtube.com