The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
I like Anastacia's version of Love is Alive best.
Music's staying power is a function of how timeless the lyrics, song and production are.
Fly me high through the starry skies or maybe to an astral plane, cross the highways of fantasy, help me to forget today's pain.
Every artist usually has one or two songs that really define their careers.
The Internet is both great and terrible. As a source of information, a tool for delivering music and art, it's great. But spamming ads and piracy of music is terrible. It's stealing.
We lived on a farm in the English countryside, where we wrote a lot of our music. You really were treated like an artist during those days-not like product, which is now the mode.
One must cook a piece of meat a thousand times before one begins to truly understand it.
After months and months at the top of the polls, there is a real possibility that Donald Trump could be the nominee.
It’s funny—when people call you “shy,” they usually smile. Like it’s cute, some funny little habit you’ll grow out of when you’re older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it felt—really being shy, not just unsure at first—they wouldn’t smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense. It’s not cute at all.
I have never met a woman, or man, who stated emphatically, "Yes, I have it all. '" Because no matter what any of us has—and how grateful we are for what we have—no one has it all.