Every category has its snobs: music, books, movies. There are so many things a man is only pressured into liking or disliking.
She was famous, and she was insane.
Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift.
She was famous, and she was a liar.
If the word of God cannot do it in your life then your Pastor must be wasting his time.
I’ve never feared the unexpected.
Driving home I switch on the radio and one of those old Motown voices comes on and reaches my heart.
I have learned to thank God for what I cannot see, I have learned to trust God with what I cannot.
My teacher, Ben Johnston, was convinced that our tuning is responsible for much of our cultural psychology, the fact that we are so geared toward progress and action and violence and so little attuned to introspection, contentment, and acquiescence. Equal temperament could be described as the musical equivalent to eating a lot of red meat and processed sugars and watching violent action films. The music doesn’t turn your attention inward, it makes you want to go out and work off your nervous energy on something.
The pulse in music is what makes it alive.
God sends the best to those who deserves it.
In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.