Sometimes when you have to go into something, unless you're gifted and can just turn it on and off like a jukebox, you find someplace where there's nothing going on to get yourself into whatever state your character is entering into.
My nickname is Dickie Jukebox.
I said, “I need to hear something that’s going to save my life. ” Re: Selecting songs from a jukebox.
My nickname is Dickie Jukebox. I own thousands and thousands and thousands of songs.
But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.
Over to the jukebox I staggered for a love song to scatter my body before her.
Some estimate Hulu IPO could bring in $2 billion. What will the content providers get? Zero. What is Hulu without content? An empty jukebox.
If I'm in a bar and I gotta be sitting next to some clown who's like, "It's my tune," I don't want to hear you belt out Bruce Springsteen. That's why we have jukeboxes! Let's let Bruce be Bruce.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise.
I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along, I wanna belong to the living. Alive, alive, I wanna get up and jive, Wanna wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive.
I knelt at the altar of Ray Charles for years. I worked at a restaurant, and that's all there was on the jukebox.
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
I have been called the human jukebox, yes. But karaoke is not meant for people who can sing!
Ninety percent of the people in the world end up with the wrong person. And that's what makes the jukebox spin.
Out in the ocean, a rope is put around the man's neck. The other end of the rope is attached to an old jukebox and it is thrown overboard. The man invariably follows.
That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox. . .
