I can go to a country song, go right into it and make it sound authentic. And I think that’s because of my ear as an impressionist.
When you produce an album, you’re dealing with it theatrically. It has to have a structure, and the inner response to that is that the ear loves it.
One time, I was out watching music, and someone whispered in my ear, ‘You can do surgery on me any time.’
My big brother Ryan was funny and unfailingly kind. He was one of the most talented musicians you might encounte, and had a prodigious ability to pick up any instrument and play it by ear within the span of a single day.
I learn my songs by ear.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
Maybe storytelling belongs in audio – a short story is the length of a commute. That can be a sacred spot where you have the ear of the reader without having to compete with other media like games or TV.
I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off.
I feel like my strength is surrounding myself with people who have an ear for things, and then they play it for me. I’m always looking; my ear is always open.
The ear will surrender even at those times when the eye wants to close, when the eye doesn’t want to watch.
The-Dream was like my diary. I would sit there and talk his ear off about all my guy situations; he would just turn my stories into songs.
I don’t know what caused my tinnitus, but I started to become aware of a very low ringing noise in my right ear, which is now constantly there.
I’m totally deaf in my right ear, yeah.
I kind of always thought that I had a good ear for melodies. I think in terms of melody. I can just be walking and I’ll hear a melody.
I always communicate musically. I want my band not only to learn the form and feel of the song by ear, like I do, but also have the freedom to contribute.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the ‘I’ in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
I learned quickly in the NBA that you keep one eye open at all times and one ear closed. You can’t react to everything you hear or see.
Sports and fashion move so fast that I can’t possibly keep my ear to the ground. For one thing, my ear trumpet gets in the way.
I’m a pretty private person, so I’d like to say I’m a good ear and that I keep my mouth shut.
The ear of the leader must ring with the voices of the people.
I think my love of music comes from my dad. I was born with an ear for music, like him, and started with the piano when I was 4 but fell in love with the drums. My dad always has music playing.
The best training is to play by ear: trial by fire.
To my mind and ear, there is simply nothing that compares to the musical sophistication of a late Beethoven, Bartok, Schubert or Brahms work for minimal forces.
Just sitting on the bed watching TV. And they said someone with a left inner ear infection, ear pops up, whoa! And uh, yeah, that’s me. And you know, they just prayed that it be healed and it sure was. It went away and that was that. And I knew I was healed. What are the chances, eh? That was the Lord working!
I also went to art school and learned to play a piano there, but I play by ear.
When I work with new girls, I talk their ear off and try to make them as comfortable as possible because I remember what it was like when I first started.
I remember I was at a press conference where somebody came up to me with absolute confidence, like he knew me forever, and whispered in my ear, ‘You should sing a song now. The Indian audience will enjoy it. Your songs will improve India and Pakistan’s relations.’ I clarified to him that I wasn’t Ali Zafar.
I had no idea that I was ever getting into music. I did not prepare for a music career, and here I’ve found, out of pure luck, that I did have, not only a talent and an ear, but a passion for music. And I have it to this day.
Listen with an open ear is the first, most important thing to do. From there, if people feel like learning more, that’s when you can kind of go deeper.
I’ll never forget my mom coming into the room middle of the night with YouTube videos of hypnotizing people saying, ‘You’re happy, you’re going to be okay,’ and she just played it in my ear as I slept.
In this age of communications that span both distance and time, the only tool we have that approximates a ‘whisper’ is encryption. When I cannot whisper in my wife’s ear or the ears of my business partners, and have to communicate electronically, then encryption is our tool to keep our secrets secret.
And EDM music grabbed my ear and got my attention and I started realizing that the computer was, in the same way that the saxophone was invented in the late 1800s and guitar in the 1930s, an instrument.
Then as the years went on and my listening became more deliberate, I would climb up on an arm of our big sofa to get my ear closer to the wireless speaker.
I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.
I grew up with my parents always listening to rock music. My dad wanted me to play guitar, but I always had more of an ear for drums. He really wanted me to be a guitar player, like him.
Heaven finds an ear when sinners find a tongue.
You cannot raise the standard against oppression, or leap into the breach to relieve injustice, and still keep an open mind to every disconcerting fact, or an open ear to the cold voice of doubt.
I grew up having an ear for what was hot and was not – what sounds good in music and what doesn’t.
The conservatory professors thought everything should sound like French and German symphonies. But to my ear, bouzouki songs, which tell the sufferings and heartaches of ordinary people, offered a way to make classical music available not just to the upper classes.
Your ears are always on – you have no ear lids. They work even when you sleep.
I have no tattoos at all – it was a huge undertaking for me in the ’80s to let my parents know I was piercing my ear when I did ‘L.A. Law.’
When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it has missed the point.
I find that classical music helps put me in a place that is very calming and allows me to express emotion through my body. I played clarinet as a child, so I guess I have a bit of a musical ear.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
In 1999, when Ted Williams came out and saluted the fans at the All Star Game at Fenway, I had a huge lump in my throat, and the producer is yelling in my ear to talk, and I couldn’t, thankfully, and it was much better.
Singing for stage, if you don’t hear yourself, that’s when you push, and that’s when you can hurt your voice sometimes. So if I can hear myself in my ear, it really helps me to find that balance of how loud I needed to be singing.
I was a competitive swimmer as a teenager, only stopping when I got persistent ear infections. Every day was a 6 A.M. start to swim before lessons, then choir or dance classes after.
I realized quickly what Mandela and Tambo meant to ordinary Africans. It was a place where they could come and find a sympathetic ear and a competent ally, a place where they would not be either turned away or cheated, a place where they might actually feel proud to be represented by men of their own skin color.
As a reporter, you develop an ear for dialogue because it’s your job to capture it accurately.
The Wonderful pistachios campaign is a great example – I don’t involve myself with a project I don’t feel passionate about. I could talk your ear off about internal statistics for WWE and what we have planned for the future. Why do I know that stuff? Because I like to do all that stuff.
The body’s like a huge ear. It’s as simple as that.
If I get a bit big-headed, I get a good clip round the ear from my family and friends. I’m still the same person.
Because these show are live, script pages are being switched during the program and new commercial teases might be yelled in your ear with just enough time to scribble them on scrap paper before reading them.
One of the things that the Grateful Dead did, way back when, was we spent a lot of time just turning each other on to music. If somebody was listening to something that really caught their ear, they’d make sure that everybody else in the band heard it, and that came home for us in innumerable ways.
I lost my spleen, I lost the hearing in my left ear, so I had a lot of internal organ damage.
We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.
I take rejection as someone blowing a bugle in my ear to wake me up and get going, rather than retreat.
Everything is my demon muse. I have a muse which whispers in my ear and says, ‘Do this, do that,’ but it’s my demon who provokes me.
My brother was listening to his transistor radio. He kept switching the earpiece from one ear to the other, which I thought was his idea of a joke. ‘You can’t do that,’ I said. ‘You can only hear out of one ear.’ ‘No, I can hear out of both,’ he answered. And that was how I discovered I was deaf in my right ear.
