The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.
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The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh. Film, photography, music: dead. An aesthetic holocaust.
The first thing that I do before I get into your house I'm gonna tear off all the petals from the rose that's in your mouth.
Music, on the other hand, does not allow us to hide. It is a vehicle for emotion. Perhaps, in a way, it is nothing but feeling, even in its most precise form.
One ventures from home on the thread of a tune. Along sonorous, gestural, motor lines that mark the customary path of a child and graft themselves onto or begin to bud "linesof drift" with different loops, knots, speeds, movements, gestures, and sonorities.
I've said what I'd said and you know what I mean But I still can't focus on anything We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves
Without music life would be a mistake.
Music resonates in so many parts of the brain that we can’t conceive of it being an isolated thing. It’s whom you were with, how old you were, and what was happening that day.
Freedom's the ability to feel love for everyone.
True singing is a different breath, about nothing. A gust inside the god. A wind.
If music was studied, recreated or now-first-expressed emotion, why was he listening with such strained intensity, as if to learn some answer, solve some important life-riddle? Wasn't it the case, in fact, that he'd been listening all this while for the wrong thing entirely; that music— for that mat…
And that music is so powerful, that it's quite beyond my control. And, ah… when I'm in the grips of it, I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just,…
Disdaining the wasteful, elitist space where bands hankered after record-company expense accounts that would pay for hookers and villas in the South of France, Silicon Valley presented itself as the tribune of average-Joe air guitarists who never got their shot at the American Dream. It was easy to…
He'd never in his life heard music so unearthly. Perhaps it was the shale of the mountainsides, or the breath of cold fog on the river; whatever the reason, the music, by the time it reached Mickelsson, seemed nothing that human voices could conceivably produce. If stones were to sing, taking their…