Music Lessons Quotes

Psychoanalyses is like music lessons, for 5 years you do not notice any progress and suddenly you can play the piano.

I had some music lessons and my mum played every instrument but the guitar.

I started going to a piano teacher at 5 years old, but pretty soon I started picking things out on my own and stopped taking music lessons. I never could read music very well, but I've still been doing it.

I remember loving sound before I ever took a music lesson. And so we make our lives by what we love.

I never took a music lesson in my life, it just came naturally.

Unfortunately, I never played an instrument. I can't blame my parents, but I wish I had had music lessons. It's odd because I think I have a good sense of rhythm, as they say in some fields. But I don't know anything about music.

Playing sport was somewhat frivolous, but I liked it. I rebelled a little bit, and wouldn't go to music lessons and things like that, but I would go and play ball. My parents learned to love it because they saw how much I got out of it.

So, to prepare for the role, I had to take music lessons, talk to wives who had husbands overseas, and carefully study the reactions and mannerisms of a friend who was expecting.

Dreams do come true, even for someone who couldn't speak English and never had a music lesson or much of an education.

Quite a few musicians came to our house. And my ma took me to hear many more, hoping to encourage in me a love of music. But she wouldnt consent to my having music lessons, for she feared I might end up as she had done - unable to play except from paper.

My mother always took my brothers and me to music lessons. There were six children. Our parents attended our concerts and encouraged us to study and enjoy many different types of music.

Music gives a soul to the universe.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

I was extremely fortunate to live around the corner from a recording studio and to be chosen to have a paper route to make enough money to pay for the music lessons. I was one of the chosen few to have a job and to walk through the curtain at Stax Records was just an amazing thing for me to do at age 14.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

I'm probably the only kid in history whose parents made him stop taking music lessons. They made me stop studying the accordion.

The further jazz moves away from the stark blue continuum and the collective realities of Afro-American and American life, the more it moves into academic concert-hall lifelessness, which can be replicated by any middle class showing off its music lessons.

Where words fail, music speaks.