#guitar

It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people. ↗

— Stevie Nicks

#birthday #classical #classical guitar #could #dad

I learned to tune a guitar by ear. That method has served me pretty well. ↗

— Charley Pride

#guitar #i #learned #me #method

I like the guitar better these days. I like the bass, too, but it's hard to fit a bass amp in a small car. ↗

— Dee Dee Ramone

#bass #better #car #days #fit

I got my first guitar at age of 7 and never laid it down. Momma taught me G, C, and D. I was off to the races son! ↗

— Jerry Reed

#down #first #got #guitar #i

I've always thought that the act of playing the guitar was the act of trying to make a point of playing the guitar. ↗

— Mick Ronson

#always #guitar #i #make #playing

I've made my own music, and the way I've always described it is Peggy Lee with an electric guitar, or Billie Holiday with some PJ Harvey in there. ↗

— Evan Rachel Wood

#billie #billie holiday #described #electric #electric guitar

I just go where the guitar takes me. ↗

— Angus Young

#guitar #i #just #me #takes

Quinn spoke their language—all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him—in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “See that guitar?” I nodded. “That’s a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I’d choose the guitar. Natch.” He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. “Naturally,” I whispered. “It could be why you’re still single. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #guitar #henry-whitmire #indie-band #laura-anderson-kurk

I was ten when I heard the music that ended the first phase of my life and cast me hurtling into a new horizon. Drenched to the skin, I stood on Dunoon’s pier peering seawards through diagonal rain, looking for the ferry that would take me home. There, on the everwet west coast of Scotland, I heard it: like sonic scalpels, the sounds of electric guitars sliced through the dreich weather. My body hairs pricked up, each one a willing receiver for the Thunder-God grooves. To my young ears, the sound of these amplified guitars was angelic (although, with hindsight, I don’t suppose angels play Gibson guitars at ear-bleeding volume). A voice that suggested vocal chords of polished silver soared alongside razor-sharp overdriven riffs. I knew that I was hearing the future. ↗

— Mark Rice

#heavy-metal #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #rite-of-passage #rock-music

I'd love to be an artist that's multifaceted. At the moment, I am not. But wouldn't that be cool if I was like, 'Yeah, let me pull out my guitar and play you a song.' I would adore that. I am so far not gifted in that way. But I am a very hard worker and a very determined person, so who knows? ↗

— Anne Hathaway

#am #artist #cool #determined #far