#singing

In some ways, I've always approached singing as acting, and the voice is just like a way of carrying the song. ↗

— Petula Clark

#always #approached #carrying #i #just

My book 'Trust Your Heart', which is the story of my life, will be followed by 'Singing Lessons', a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy. ↗

— Judy Collins

#aftermath #been #book #death #followed

I consider myself as a singer first, but something that really helped me come into my own is that there's not a separation between me singing and me playing the guitar. The two fed off the other. ↗

— Shawn Colvin

#come #consider #fed #first #guitar

Use the creative process - singing, writing, art, dance, whatever - to get to know yourself better. ↗

— Catie Curtis

#better #creative #creative process #dance #get

My father being in the movie business, I thought being an actor would be great. But when I started singing to people in coffeehouses, you know, singing folk music and then, later, singing songs that I started to write myself, I felt more than an affinity for it. ↗

— David Crosby

#affinity #being #business #father #felt

It's amazing when you're playing to a crowd who barely understands English but they're singing parts of your song back to you. ↗

— Jason Derulo

#back #barely #crowd #english #parts

I always thought I was singing American folk music. ↗

— Lonnie Donegan

#american #folk #folk music #i #i always

And in singing, what my voice lacked in quality it made up for in volume. ↗

— Hedda Hopper

#made #quality #singing #up #voice

My acting ability would have sent me back to the post office. It was my singing that got me jobs. Ironically, now, people think of me as an actor and don't know me much as a singer. ↗

— Robert Guillaume

#acting #acting ability #actor #back #got

Only wings evade death. Neruda says so.' As he turns the page he looks at Zara and makes his bright blue eyes big. 'And Neruda knows.' He reaches for his pipe. Zara stares at him for some time. 'Was he a friend of God?' Who? Neruda?' Yes.' He may have been, I'm not sure, petite. For all we know he may even have been God. ↗

— Susan Mann

#death