* some views expressed in these quotations not neccesarily endorsed by the author of this file.
* for entertainment only - history is not an exact science - dates and quotes not guaranteed for accuracy.
When we remember that we are all mad, the mysteries
disappear and life stands explained.
If it wasn't for rap there would be no poetry in America.
I think we went directly from Walt Whitman to Ice-T.
So one day I decided I was going to sag off Apple
and I went over to Eric Clapton's house. The relief
of not having to go and see all those dopey
accountants was wonderful, and I walked around the
garden with one of Eric's acoustic guitars and wrote
"Here Comes the Sun.
He did not see any reason why the devil should have all the good
tunes.
Welcome back, my friend, To the show that never ends. Come inside, come inside!
I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen
Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good
melodist to a fine racer, and counterpoints to hack
post-horses.
(Purple Haze) came next [during a concert at the
1967 Montery Pop Festival], and once again Hendrix
invoked his sense of humor by pointing to [Noel]
Redding and singing "Excuse me, while I kiss this guy."
Determined to claim the son he
had never seen, Al traveled to Berkeley, retrieved
Johnny and brought him home to Seattle.
A short while later, Al Hendrix began matters
anew, and on September 11, 1946, renamed his
son James Marshall Hendrix.
On this day, a gust of wind had lifted the skirt
of a pretty folk singer who had completed her set
earlier and was now watching Hendrix from the wings
of the stage. The opportunity was too good to let
pass and Hendrix wryly dedicated "Foxey Lady" to
"the girl back there with the yellow underwear."
"Yeah, you" confirmed Hendrix, pointing out a young
Stevie Nicks red with embarrassment.
Tommy Dorsey was the last of the band leaders . . . He was
always ahead of his time. If he got drunk he was difficult,
but then who the hell isn't difficult if you get drunk?
I like a good lyric that's not jumping into bed in
the next line. I like a lyric that means something,
one that can be around 200 years from today.
Every great sculpture, painting, poem, story, musical composition, attempts to
solve problems. They may be problems deeply buried, unknown
consciously even to their container, coming forth as heavenly release
into creation.
It is good taste, and good taste alone, that possesses the power to
sterilize and is always the first handicap to any creative
functioning.
Art is a revolt against fate.
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all.
I cannot convince myself that a painting is good
unless it is popular. If the public dislikes one of
my [Saturday Evening] Post covers, I can't help
disliking it myself.
The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
Black is the queen of colors.
Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the danger of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of "crackpot" than the stigma of conformity.
Self-plagiarism is style.
In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom.
Every great work of art has two faces, one toward
its own time and one toward the future, toward
eternity.
Before I put a brush to canvas, I question, "Is this
mine? . . . Is it influenced by some idea which I
have acquired from some man?" . . . . I am trying
with all my skill to do a painting that is all of
women, as well as all of me.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing. Taste is the enemy of creativity.
I saw the show under unfortunate circumstances: the curtain was up.
Dada is impossible in New York. New York _is_ Dada.
A professional is a person who can do his best at a time when he
doesn't particularly feel like it.
Every morning that bitch would wake me up at nine
o'clock to teach me to play like Coleman Hawkins.