Biyernes, Disyembre 23, 2011

Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter

 Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter -- to all these music gives 
voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world of 
unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were 
sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds 
in the tranquil and fathomless water
 
 
rattle
ring

Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash

I mean, if Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash at twenty-two, 
the history of music would have been very different. As would the 
history of aviation, of course.”
 
 
roar
roast
rush
scramble

Making a record is a lot like surgery without an anesthetic

Making a record is a lot like surgery without an anesthetic. You first have to cut yourself up the middle. Then you have to rip out every single organ, every single part and lay them on a table. You then need to examine the parts, and the reality of the situation hits you. You find yourself saying things like "I didn't know that part was so ugly." Or "I better get a professional opinion about that." You go to bed hollow and then back into the operating room the next day. . .facing every fear, every disgusting thing you hate about yourself. Then you pop it all back in, sew yourself shut and perform. . . you perform like your life depended on it----and in those perfect moments you find beauty you never knew existed. You find yourself and you friends all over again, you find something to fight for, something to love. Something to show the world.

scream
screech
shiver
sink
slide
snap
sob
speed
stumble

Give me a shot to remember

Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
And I'm in love with all of those vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

swing
thump
toast
toss
wail
wave
weep
whip
whisper
wrestle