I never got formal training in music. I would just sit with my ear to the speaker and my hand on the needle. I’d listen to Wanda Jackson and think, ‘How did she do that?,’ and lift the needle and try it myself.
Van Gogh cut off his ear for his art. I’m not tryin’ to cut off my ear. I’m not humiliating myself.
You can’t go to the store and buy a good ear and rhythm.
Very few of the men whose names have become great in the early pioneering of jazz and of swing were trained in music at all. They were born musicians: they felt their music and played by ear and memory. That was the way it was with the great Dixieland Five.
An ear sense for music is the secret.
I have a good ear for music.
I think my mother was there all the time. Every time I thought I was almost dying and gave up hope in my life, I felt like she was whispering in my ear and asking me, ‘Why are you doing this?’
One of the hardest things for me to do is watch myself. The first time I see it, I am obsessed with my left ear or my right ear or some other physical attribute, or the fact that I’m 60 or whatever shallow ego thought is running through my head. I’m just destroyed that I’m not Cary Grant or whatever.
It was during the gap between 12th class and college, that I realized my passion for music, although I did have a keen ear for it all along and also wanted to be a musician.
There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
Bacharach has such a brilliant ear for melody and his music has a completely timeless feel to it; I thought it would be great to do a whole album of his music and to record with a full orchestra and big band which is something I hadn’t done before.
We concentrate so much on anniversaries and birthdays that you forget it’s the Tuesday that’s tough that really counts. Sometimes she just needs some flowers or even just that ear. It’s the little things that count. It’s the regular days of the year that you have to keep your attention on her.
I have a pretty good ear.
To me, Stephen Miller is like Iago whispering in the president’s ear, along with John Kelly. These people are totally anti-immigrant.
‘In Ear Park’ perfectly encapsulates the beauty of youth for me.
Weezer’s ‘El Scorcho.’ I’m in a ’90s cover band called ‘Straight 2 Video’ with members of the crew from ‘The Vampire Diaries,’ and we played this song at our wrap party. I grin from ear to ear every time I scream this song in my car.
I love arranging the words and having them fall on the ear the right way, and you know you’re not quite there, and you’re redoing it and redoing it, and there’s a wonderful thrill to it. But it is hard. It’s a job of tremendous anxiety for me.
For me personally, I was just worried that transitioning from a podcast, which is a very intimate sort of experience – people tell me they listen to my podcast while they’re at the gym or on road trips, so you’re in someone’s ear – to being on television – that’s a lot of space to fill.
I love radio – its immediacy and especially its intimacy… it is part of your life, whispering into your ear. You can’t see it, but equally importantly it can’t see you.
Steve Wozniak and Steve Jobs founded Apple Inc, which set the computing world on its ear with the Macintosh in 1984.
Faulkner wrote for film, and his ear is just impeccable.
When I was 8 years old I became a mute and was a mute until I was 13, and I thought of my whole body as an ear, so I can go into a crowd and sit still and absorb all sound. That talent or ability has lasted and served me until today.
No more than a surgeon can operate while tweeting can you reach your potential with one ear in, one ear out. You actually have to reacquaint yourself with concentration. We all do.
I have as many pictures of my vocal cords as I do of my children. I have a great ear, nose and throat doctor, and we look at them – if there’s some redness, maybe I’ll take a little time off.
You can’t read to yourself. It’s your inner ear that hears a poem. If you hear a poet read his own work, it becomes very exciting. The melody is a great part of it.
Everyone tells me to play as long as you can. Sometimes, it goes in one ear and out the other.
I have an ear monitor to block outside noise when I’m performing. It makes it easier. But sometimes I like to take the ear monitor off and listen to the craziness going on.
I don’t read music or anything, so when I produce, I go basically by ear.
I beat Larry Holmes and George Foreman. I whupped Mike Tyson twice. I had my ear chewed off and spat on the ground in front of me. I’ve seen everything it is possible to see in boxing. I know this business better than anyone. So I live and die by my own decisions.
I have always thought that my ear is also very influenced by my eyes.
As an actor, I trust my ear.
I learned everything by ear and played all the different instruments. So then I was able to find a guitar. That was, like, in the seventh grade. And then I didn’t know how to put my fingers on all the different strings, so I had to figure out how to do it upside down and backwards, and I still play that way today.
I mostly play my dynasty or against someone in the hotel. I don’t really like online games. I can’t stand people yelling in my ear over a headset. I’d rather just play someone like Dwight Howard out in Orlando or people back home. For games like that, it’s cool, but just signing on and playing random people, I hate it.
The house I’ve bought in London, the holidays, everything has been bought from making people laugh, and if you’d said to me when I was 14 that’s how I was going to make my living, I would have smiled from ear to ear.
Just because someone may or may not have someone that writes some words for them doesn’t mean that, A, they don’t have to kill it on the performance, and, B, they don’t have to have the ear for what’s tight and what’s not, which is something a lot of people don’t have.
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! – There ‘s a state for your old Lover to be in! – No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
You can start from any source material, and you can approach it with a jazz ear, and then it will become a jazz moment.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring – when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
My parents have a brilliant ear for languages and mimicry and accents, which I think I’ve inherited – that I can listen to things and pick them up.
A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.
I grew up with a grandmother from another country and having a different language in my house. That gave me an ear for accents.
If you watch wrestling like I do, you watch for the wrestling. There’s so much talking. There’s some ‘twit’ back there with a pencil behind his ear writing down all these things for wrestlers to say.
I may have been through the pain of childbirth three times, but I’m incredibly nervous about having my upper ear pierced.
Dutch girls wear a hundred mixed-metal necklaces and stack the most random earrings. It’s total chaos, but it looks so good that I’m always inspired to get another ear piercing, and another.
When I was a kid, we went to St. Augustine, Fla., and I was lying on the couch one night with a Q-tip, cleaning my ear out after I’d taken a shower. I hit my arm on something, jabbed the Q-tip through my ear drum, busted my ear drum and couldn’t get back in the water the rest of the time we were there.
The sound levels on stage were so loud with all that constant banging and smash, smash, smash; it did untold damage to the fine nerve endings in the inner ear, though it is worse in the left, which is the side of my snare drum and the monitor.
Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.
You just need the ear. But the ear is something, I guess, that you can’t buy. And I can’t play the piano fluently, but I feel like my ear is my strong point.
The lesion is in the area of my brain that is responsible for motor function, so I have continual chronic pain in my left arm from elbow to fingertips and the right side of my body from my ear to my breast area.
The eye is a very quick instrument, much quicker than the ear. The eye gets it immediately.
Whatever sounds best to the ear, to the whole team of people who are producing the song, is what works eventually.
I don’t go around, the way many musicians do, with earbuds in my ear listening to my iPod all day and just sticking my head in the music all the time.
Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.
You have to learn a few things, which you do along the way, but basically, poetry is a matter of the ear. Iambic pentameters or what constitutes a stanza comes naturally – your ears will know.
