Piano Quotes - Page 18

Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

I've speculated about what my life might have been like as a musician, but I'm afraid I came to the conclusion that I probably would've either been teaching piano or maybe gotten to play at Nordstrom's department store.

Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?

My grandmother played the piano, and I used to toddle over there and pick out little things that sounded good to me.

People always think I was just playing in a piano bar, but I only did that for about six months. The rest of the time I was playing in bands.

Lectures should go from being like the family singing around the piano to high-quality concerts.

Get up from the piano ... Oscar is in the house. Who wants to be at the piano when Oscar is there? Find something else to do.

I think it would be better if nobody owned anything, but they didn't starve. Had enough paint and enough pianos and everything else.

The pedal is the soul of the piano.

Hearing is believing...a magician with the piano.

I finally realized that my relaxation is practicing the piano and writing. I've tried to do other things, but I've learned through the decades, that this is what I enjoy, practicing music and writing.

As a young child, I thought that all pianists played everything. I mean, I thought anything on piano - any piano music, all pianists played it.

When I had nothing else, I had my mother and the piano. And you know what? They were all I needed.

You bang that piano real nice.

What am I supposed to do if I go bald? Get a wig? Fat, goofy, gay, wig. I might as well get a piano and start an Elton John tribute act!

I have looked to the Steinway piano since I was three, not only as my ideal choice of an instrument. But, as a responsive and ever reliable friend.

Sometimes I feel like a melody doesn't have anything to do with me, but it's just something that comes, is accumulated from me playing on the piano, and then this little creature just appears.

When I'm flying, I really like to listen to piano music. Something impressionistic, loud and beautiful. Flying can be such a claustrophobic experience, it's nice to open that up a bit with music.

I wrote my first piano piece when I was in 4th grade.

I started learning the piano at the age of 4 or 5, so I think I already liked music then.

I am so happy that I didn’t go to school and I didn’t have anyone to tell me how to position my fingers on the piano correctly.

I play piano and drums very poorly and French horn and tuba all equally as bad.

There's a lot of intelligence in the hands.When you pick up a shovel, the hands know what to do. The same thing's true of sitting at the piano.

I like the poem on the page and not at the podium. I like to address the poem in peace and quiet, not on the edge of a folding chair with a full bladder. I can't stand hearing a poem that I can't see. I did a reading at Wayne State, and it ended with the comedy such occasions deserve. I'd seated myself on a piano bench, and discovered upon attempting to arise at the end that the varnish had softened and I was stuck fast. The hinge was to the front, under my knees, so that as I tried to get up, I merely opened the lid.

Mr. Bucchino occupies a special niche. His flowing, finely made piano ballads describe an urban single life in which relationships come and go... with high expectations, high anxiety and open hearts.