#singing

The colored folks been singing it and playing it just like I'm doin' now, man, for more years than I know. I got it from them. ↗

— Elvis Presley

#colored #doin #folks #got #i

I like to sing ballads the way Eddie Fisher does and the way Perry Como does. But the way I'm singing now is what makes the money. ↗

— Elvis Presley

#does #eddie #fisher #i #like

I miss my singing career very much. ↗

— Elvis Presley

#i #miss #much #singing #very

It always makes me sad when I think of how I saw Wagner wasting his vitality, not only by singing their parts to some of his artists, but acting out the smallest details, and of how few they were who were responsive to his wishes. ↗

— Anton Seidl

#always #artists #details #few #his

I can't remember a time when I wasn't singing. ↗

— Dinah Shore

#remember #singing #time

There happened to be guitar classes at the college, and there was a guitar teacher there with whom I used to play. In addition, I also would go out into country schools and teach little kids basic guitar and singing a few times a week. ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#also #basic #classes #college #country

Well, I actually first got into music as a small child, and as I became a teen, I sought out making money from music, weather that was singing lounge gigs, backup in studios, or weddings. ↗

— Chantal Kreviazuk

#backup #became #child #first #gigs

I wanted to do Playboy to get across the same ideas I'm singing and writing about these days. It's all about proving that a woman can defy stereotypes. ↗

— Jody Watley

#across #days #defy #get #i

Art can model the more difficult dynamic of transfiguring one’s life, but at some point the dynamic reverses itself: life models, or forces, the existential crisis by which art—great art—is fully experienced. There is a fluidity between art and life, then, in the same way that there is, in the best lives, a fluidity between mind and matter, self and soul, life and death. Experience seems to stream clearly through some lives, rather than getting slowed and clogged up in the drift-waste of ego, or stagnating in little inlets of despair, envy, rage. It has to do with seizing and releasing as a single gesture. It has to do with standing in relation to life and death ... owning an emptiness that, because you have claimed it, has become a source of light, wearing your wound that, like a ramshackle house on some high exposed hill, sings with the hard wind that is steadily destroying it. ↗

— Christian Wiman

#death #life #singing #transcendence #art

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer. ↗

— Walter Savage Landor

#delight #hear #none #singer #singing