You are not here to fix anything, because nothing is broken, but everything is continually changing and expanding. Release your struggle, and seek joy and fun, and in doing so, you will align with the fantastic expanding rhythm of this Universe.
Rhythm is the pulse of music.
I feel pretty comfortable in a lot of different musical styles. I like rhythm, and I like melody and so forth.
I enjoy working with complicated equipment. A lot of my things started just with a rhythm box, but I feed it through so many things that what comes out sounds very complex and rich.
Because art is life, playing to other rhythms.
For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.
I read the Bible to myself; I'll take any translation, any edition, and read it aloud, just to hear the language, hear the rhythm, and remind myself how beautiful English is.
I was addicted to rhythm 'n' blues pretty much directly into folk music. I had my little 45s of mostly black artists. That was as close as I got. I've never listened to heavy rock or stuff that jangles my nerves, because I'm already jangled.
Or the other process that is important is that I compress longer sections of composed music, either found or made by myself, to such an extent that the rhythm becomes a timbre, and formal subdivisions become rhythm.
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.
Rhythm and melody enter into the soul of the well-instructed youth and produce there a certain mental harmony hardly obtainable in any other way. . . . thus music, too, is concerned with the principles of love in their application to harmony and rhythm.
I'm never going to dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
It is from him, from Beolco Ruzzante, that I've learned to free myself from conventional literary writing and to express myself with words that you can chew, with unusual sounds, with various techniques of rhythm and breathing, even with the rambling nonsense-speech of the 'grammelot. '
daddy says the world is a drum tight and hard and i told him i’m gonna beat out my own rhythm
I changed the course of my life, from the rigidity of mathematics and the corporate rhythm to a more bohemian world.
Jazz is rhythm and meaning.
At the root of all power and motion, at the burning center of existence itself, there is music and rhythm.
Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
I'm sort of in this rhythm where we want to make the most of the time we have, but when it's done it will be time for it to be done.
We are adjusters. We empathize, we change rhythm and above all we listen to our fellow actors-if they're good actors.