Taste In Music Quotes

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

It seems like people get afraid of a certain music if they can't pigeonhole it to their satisfaction... Good music is good music, and that should be enough for anybody.

I have very eclectic taste in music, but when it comes to going to concerts, I like going to rock concerts.

My taste in music and entertainment is quite eclectic.

There's a category for me. I like to be referred to as a good singer of good songs in good taste.

I should in fairness add that my taste in music is reputedly deplorable.

I've always described my taste in fashion and music as being very eclectic and uniquely based off my feelings that day. That's the wonderful thing about style. You can be whatever you want to be. You can describe yourself however you want to describe yourself.

I always preferred to hang out with the outcasts, 'cause they were cooler;

they had better taste in music, for one thing, I guess because they had more time to develop one with the lack of social interaction they had!

I was a student in London in the '70s, so CBGB really wasn't on my radar at all.

Obviously, I was aware of the emergence of the Police in England and as an art student, I was very aware of David Byrne, but I suppose my musical taste at that time certainly didn't stretch towards the Dead Boys or the Ramones.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

An Englishman will take you into a large room, beautifully proportioned, and will point out to you that it is white- all over white- and somebody will say what exquisite taste. You know in your own mind, in your own soul, that it is not taste at all˘that is the want of taste˘that is mere evasion. English music is white and evades everything.

People say footballers have terrible taste in music but I would dispute that.

In the car at the moment I've got The Corrs, Cher, Phil Collins, Shania Twain and Rod Stewart.

I don't have very eclectic tastes in music.

I mean, I think I liked every band I ever played in because each band was different, each band had a different concept, and each band leader was different... different personalities and musical tastes.

Writing music is like tasting the sky. It keeps me dreaming in color.

A lot of crime fiction writing is also lazy.

Personality is supposed to be shown by the protagonists taste in music, or were told that the hero looks like the young Cary Grant. Film is the medium these writers are looking for.

Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, Be it in music, painting, or in song: But this, as well as other faculties, Improves with age and ripens by degrees.

Too many students who are technically quite far advanced do not properly interpret the technically less difficult pieces they play, because they regard them as beneath serious consideration. This is a fundamental error in musical taste and judgment.

We're constantly being bombarded by insulting and humiliating music, which people are making for you the way they make those Wonder Bread products. Just as food can be bad for your system, music can be bad for your spiritual and emotional feelings. It might taste good or clever, but in the long run, it's not going to do anything for you.

If my musical tastes are continuing to grow up, and I am not really too interested in the music that my kids listen to, then I assume that the audience is doing the same.

Part of me also knows that this generation is the least racist and most pro-gay, so that's great. But they have a real lack of gravitas. And they have no taste in music. Vampire Weekend? Can we play some music, please? Can we rock out for a minute? Where's your Metallica?

I grew up poor in crappy situations various crappy situations.

What kept me sane was reading and music. I had so many different literary tastes growing up, be it fiction like Stephen King or Piers Anthony or non-fiction like reading Hunter S. Thompson essays or reading the Beats. I was a huge fan of the Beat movement.

You walk off the plane in Rio, and your blood temperature goes up.

The feel of the wind on your face, the water on your skin, the taste of the food, the music, the sexuality; Brazilians are very comfortable in their sexuality.

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

I used to go with him and I'd sometimes play, take over from him.

That was my first taste of the music business, I suppose, but I was also in the youth orchestra at Johnston Grammar.

My sister is as responsible for anyone for giving me good taste in music.

My taste in music originates from my culture and heritage, and from traveling the world and listening to all kinds of fun sounds and bits.

I'm very eclectic in my music tastes - anything from Nina Simone to Beethoven to Talvin Singh.

The online musical universe has become Balkanized, with many sites focusing on minute niches. That works well for reaching very specific demographics, which is wonderful for advertising, but it flies in the face of the common wisdom that people's tastes have become more diverse as music of any description has become a mouse-click away.

You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

I actually get a metallic taste in my mouth when I think about electric music.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

I've heard of people stopping their cars, having car wrecks, all kinds of things. But most of the banjo players I know had that moment when they heard Earl Scruggs. So, for me, it transcends the technique. It's the musician in him and his personality, his musical personality, such great taste, such great technique, very, very creative.

Middle Age connotes fat, cancer, bad musical taste, and death.

It conjures up a commuter in the sixties going to a Neil Simon play in Sansabelt pants, a knit vest, balding, belly sagging - and then there's the men.