Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Most rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

Most rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. •Robert Fripp There is nothing more notable read more

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. •Robert Fripp There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of read more

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
All read more

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.

Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, read more

Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?

Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips read more

Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips music of what makes it exciting.

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
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