Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
I used to fly around the stage without strings or camera tricks. That took seven years to create.
Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance.
I'll always leave the same set of strings on my guitars when I'm recording. If I break one I'll just replace it instead of putting on a whole new set of strings.
It's weird. I guess I got so used to [g-strings] when I was really young that I just couldn't stand it anymore.
I realized very early that I was never going to make by living by writing string quartets. But I wanted to write music and I didn't want to have to do anything else.
as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.
All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.
Future complications in the strings between the cans. But no prints can come from fingers, if machines become our hands.
No, but a cello is the perfect string bass for an accordion. Works with it beautifully.
I write to the beat and let life play the guitar strings
My guitar only has five strings 'cause the top one broke and I decided not to put it back on: when I play chords I only play bar chords, and the top one always used to cut me there.
Whether it's string writing or whatever, I try to write for what each instrumentalist can do best.
I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.
If a string has one end, it has another.
Even on guitars I've had misfortunes. I never used to clip the strings on my guitar and then one day I accidentally poked my right eye with the E-string. My eye just wouldn't stop tearing up and I could barely keep it open. The doctor said I didn't do any major damage, but I had to wear a patch for a little while. I still have a tiny red mark on my eyeball from it; I'm still not sure it's the same.
and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself.
You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Man becomes virtually an automaton in the loss of his individuality and responsibility. He is the harp of a thousand strings played upon by a divine hand, but not a man!