Rock and roll Quotes


If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

City    Classical    Classical music    Folk    Folk music    Genre    Jazz    Jazz music    Metaphor    Motif    Music    Musical    Place    Road    Rock    Rock and roll    Rock music    Temple    Wild    Wilderness

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

Beauty    Darkness    Freshness    Girls    Intimacy    Movie theatres    Music    Rock and roll    Sadness    Smell    Summer    Summer nights    Tears

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Girls have got balls. They're just a little higher up, that's all.

Why would you want to be anything else if you're Mick Jagger?

Music always sounds better on Friday.

That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

Beat    Book    Childhood    Comfort    Death    Drums    Eternity    Guitar    Hate    Innocence    Irony    Love    Memories    Monsters    Music    Rock and roll    Stage

There's something beautifully friendly and elevating about a bunch of guys playing music together. This wonderful little world that is unassailable. It's really teamwork, one guy supporting the others, and it's all for one purpose, and there's no flies in the ointment, for a while. And nobody conducting, it's all up to you. It's really jazz__that's the big secret. Rock and roll ain't nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat.

Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of production and trade...

America    Atheism    Capitalism    Causality    Commerce    Constitution    Crisis    Drugs    Economics    Economy    Force    Freedom    Government    Individual rights    Jobs    Law    Liberty    Life    Love    Objective law    Philosophy    Political philosophy    Pursuit of happiness    Reason    Regulation    Rock and roll    Sex    Slavery    Society    Trade    Tyranny    Usa    Volition    Wealth

We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity. We would call forth in our minds the image of Paul Revere, riding through the American night, petitioning the people to wake up, to take up arms. We too would take up arms, the arms of our generation, the electric guitar and the microphone.

Shall I tell you what rock and roll is, Johnno, from someone who doesn't perform, but observes?
It's restless and rude. It's defiant and daring. It's a fist shaken at age. It's a voice that often screams out questions because the answers are always changing. The very young play it because they're searching for some way to express their anger or joy, their confusion and their dreams. Once in a while, and only once in a while, someone comes along who truly understands, who has the gift to transfer all those needs and emotions into music.

I don't know how music works, I'm just glad that it does.

From this moment on I'd dedicate my life to rock and roll and take as many drugs as possible. What could possibly go wrong?

We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity.

Jazz presumes that it would be nice if the four of us--simpatico dudes that we are--while playing this complicated song together, might somehow be free and autonomous as well. Tragically, this never quite works out. At best, we can only be free one or two at a time--while the other dudes hold onto the wire. Which is not to say that no one has tried to dispense with wires. Many have, and sometimes it works--but it doesn't feel like
jazz
when it does. The music simply drifts away into the stratosphere of formal dialectic, beyond our social concerns.
Rock-and-roll, on the other hand, presumes that the four of us--as damaged and anti-social as we are--might possibly get it
to-fucking-gether
, man, and play this simple song. And play it right, okay? Just this once, in tune and on the beat. But we can't. The song's too simple, and we're too complicated and too excited. We try like hell, but the guitars distort, the intonation bends, and the beat just moves, imperceptibly, against our formal expectations, whetehr we want it to or not. Just because we're
breathing
, man. Thus, in the process of trying to play this very simple song together, we create this hurricane of noise, this infinitely complicated, fractal filigree of delicate distinctions.
And you can thank the wanking eighties, if you wish, and digital sequencers, too, for proving to everyone that technologically "perfect" rock--like "free" jazz--sucks rockets. Because order sucks. I mean, look at the Stones. Keith Richards is
always
on top of the beat, and Bill Wyman, until he quit, was always behind it, because Richards is leading the band and Charlie Watts is listening to him and Wyman is listening to Watts. So the beat is sliding on those tiny neural lapses, not so you can tell, of course, but so you can feel it in your stomach. And the intonation is wavering, too, with the pulse in the finger on the amplified string. This is the delicacy of rock-and-roll, the bodily rhetoric of tiny increments, necessary imperfections, and contingent community. And it has its virtues, because jazz only works if we're trying to be free and are, in fact, together. Rock-and-roll works because we're all a bunch of flakes. That's something you can
depend
on, and a good thing too, because in the twentieth century, that's all there is: jazz and rock-and-roll. The rest is term papers and advertising.

You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.

As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none.

Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town.

I judge people based solely on the quality of bands on the black concert t-shirts they wear.

You don't take music seriously if you wear your left ear bud in your right ear and your right ear bud in your left ear.

There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.

If you don't like it, Eat me.

Our eyes met and locked as the song came to a halt, followed by a screaming conclusion from the crowd, girls around us pressing me into the stage, forcing all the air out of my lungs, but I’d forgotten about doing anything so basic as breathing.

Jane reminds us that God is in his heaven, the monarch on his throne and the pelvis firmly beneath the ribcage. Apparently rock and roll liberated the pelvis and it hasn't been the same since.

We may be finished with the past but the past is not finished with us.

He recovered quickly, reaching out to touch a few outstretched hands, melting the front row of girls like one long stick of butter as he moved closer toward me.

Alpha    Alpha heroes    Alpha male    Alphas    Butter    Concert    Crowd    Hot    Melt    Rock    Rock and roll    Rock star    Rocker    Rocker quotes    Rockstar    Sexy    Sexy man

Say what you want about fairies, but you haven't rocked out until you've heard Smoke on the Water played on a harpsichord. ~Harlow

Fairies    Humor    Music    Rock and roll    Trolls

If I've got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he's in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I'm definitely meeting him!
She stares at me awkwardly, and I'm about to ask again—maybe even insist—when she says, "Honey, why do you think he's on the news? Wormwood, I mean . . . your father? Becca, he's . . . dead.

It was a crypt where music played to masses of the dead, and McJagger was their desolate pharaoh, a walking mummified king. I remembered it well.

Concert    Fairies    Fantasy    Music    Rock and roll    Trolls

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…

Time collapsed into a delicate dark pencil brushed against our
eyebrows, the emergent rumble of crowds gathering above our heads. We
slid into our costumes. Pirate, outlaw, futuristic rebels. Red,
purple, gold. Chains hanging from our belts, tight black trousers. We
were moved upstairs, closer to the stage. Finally, we heard the
cannon's roar: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... Tanzar
recording artists... THE MASTER PLANETS!" The world shot forward. We
stepped into the spotlight.

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…
~ Ripp Collins

Does he know you’re with me? Does he know about me? Does he know we fuck each other in our dreams every night?
~ Ripp Collins

The nose can’t help catchin’ what the ears get sick with. Yessir, rock bands just sweat evil. Evil’s been around for a long time, ever since rocks started getting real hot and making a lot of noise as they exploded out o’ the ground and evil spirits wisped out of hell. If a band ever uses a fog machine, hold your breath so you don’t become possessed by one.

I had tried marijuana several times, but in the words of my friend and longtime assistant Janet Stark, When I smoke pot, it makes me want to hide under the bed with a box of graham crackers and not share.

Lyndon Johnson bared his scars, American. . . stars 'n bars.

Decadent self-expression has no place in rock and roll.

I soaked my soul in Rock and Roll

The creative process is beautiful and magical thing. Whether its a song, a radio story, or a novel, it all springs from the same place in the heart.

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It’s just the body, man. It’s just the body. The soul’s already gone. So don’t be afraid of a dead body absent a soul. It’s empty, man. No resident. What you need to worry about is a living body that’s lost its soul. Now that is scary, man. - Funk N. Wagnalls, owner of the Grim Reapers auto lot, a character in Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the Blues.

Sometimes a song is more than just a song. First the fire...then the rain.

...Then The Rain

Randolph Randy Camp

...Then The Rain

It never was about the musician or the instrument - it was about the laser notes in a hall of mirrors, the music itself. It was going to change the world for the better and it has. Maybe not as fast or as much as we wanted, but it has and it still will. Whether your name is Mozart, or Django Reinhardt, or Robert Johnson, or Jimi Hendrix, or whoever is next; who you are doesn't matter so long as you can open that conduit and let the music come through. It is the burning edge, whatever it sounds like and whoever is playing it. It is the noisy, messy, silly, invincible voice of life that comes through the LP on the turn-table, the transistor radio, or the Bose in your new Lexus that makes you want to get up out of whatever you are stuck in and dance. It is Dionysus and the Maenads all over again. No one can control it and I pity whoever tries. I am old now and only a house cat sunning herself in the window - but I was a tigress once, and I remember. I still remember.

All language is an aspiration to music.

You write what you know, and I know rock and roll.

We had a theory of the True Rumor, that life wasn't as exciting and romantic as it should be, so you tell things that are false because it is better that images be created. It doesn't matter that they aren't true, so long as they are believed.

No One Here Gets Out Alive

Jerry Hopkins, Daniel Sugerman

No One Here Gets Out Alive

Rock and roll is music," said Vanya.
"Prokofiev is music, Stravinski is music, Tchaikovski and Borodin and Rimski-Korsakov and even Rachmaninov, THEY are music. Rock and roll is smart boys with no respect, YOU are rock and roll.

Enchantment

Orson Scott Card

Enchantment

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