Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
The sound of the piano is always something that is a real kind of comfort food to me.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
The blues are what I've turned to, what has given me inspiration and relief in all the trials of my life.
The first day I can remember looking into a mirror and being able to stand what I saw was the day I had a guitar in my hand.
There is nothing like a Bach fugue to remove me from a discordant moment... only Bach hold up fresh and strong after repeated playing. I can always return to Bach when the other records weary me.
One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody.
God has provided true musical and spiritual restoration.
When my parents fought, I'd run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.
Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.
Do not neglect your music. It will be a companion which will sweeten many hours of life to you.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
I've found lyrics in songs that always center me.
Writing 'Blue Bird' gave me strength, courage, and power from my own words and melodies in a time when I needed it the most.
My dream is to one day just be me and my guitar. I'm working myself to the core. Who am I, underneath everything else? I'm still on that journey, to find that core.
I think now that is the nature of hymns-they make us want to repeat them...they are a part of any service, and often the only part of a funeral service, that makes us feel everything is acceptable.
Like I can't cry for myself so I will let this song take all of the things inside I can't let anyone else see and offer it up, as if the sound were some kind of god, and my pain is some kind of sacrifice.
I guess I find it easier to talk when I have a guitar in front of me.
Hymns are companions for life travelers.
I like to say, jazz music is kind of like my musical equivalent of comfort food. You know, it's always where I go back to when I just want to feel sort of grounded.
Jazz is my comfort music, like comfort food.
I feel at home in an orchestral score.
It's really important for me that the people who listen to my music get something that can hopefully help them get through whatever they're going through. Music is the only thing that's able to help sooth my soul in that way, and my goal is to always put things out there that that do the same thing for other people.
There is something comforting about going into a practice room, putting your sheet music on a stand and playing Bach over and over again.
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
