I’ve always known I could write. I have an ear for production and melody. It was just that, in those early years, I let everyone do it for me. To be honest, I was a little lazy!
Everything I’ve written I see in a very precise way and I hear in my inner ear.
I believe I inherited my sense of music from my father. My father was an ear piano player; he could just hear something and play it.
Young people have decided they like to listen to music in a certain way, through ear buds, and that’s fine with me as long as it doesn’t bother them that they’re not hearing 90 percent of the music that way.
I can sing, but I don’t know how pleasing it is to the ear, you know.
You make mistakes at the results end of football and you can be out on your ear pretty quickly.
There was nothing girlish about me. I wore clothes hand-stitched by my mother… I had only one ear pierced and preferred loose shirts and trousers. I think I was imitating my father!
If I am with one person, I am very talkative, and personable. I will talk your ear off, but if there is another person interjected, I get so awkward. I am like the awkward one in those situations, but I feel like a lot of creative people are.
If you look at wrestling when I started to get my big break back in 1992, I changed wrestling from the cartoons of Hulk Hogan and Iron Sheik and the matches with the leg drop and the hand behind the ear and the playing to the crowd. They were just cartoon characters if you ask me.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
I felt like, ‘How do I fit in’? I’m battling. But then I never fit in!’… I thank God for somebody like Pharrell who stayed in my ear. For him, at that time, ‘Happy’ was everywhere; he didn’t have to share anything with me.
You know, I started in movies a long time ago, and once in awhile I’m taken aback. Sometimes one of my things will come on – they use my things as background music all the time, in somebody else’s arrangements and It catches my ear.
It is not unusual for the eye or ear to play tricks with one, but when such illusions and delusions are taken for the Spirit forms of the departed and voices of the dead instead of being recognized as some subjective phenomena brought about by a physical cause, the situation takes on a grave aspect.
If you have a good ear for dialogue, you just can’t help thinking about the way people talk. You’re drawn to it. And the obsessive interest in it forces you to develop it. You almost can’t help yourself.
Grooming-wise, it is now a constant battle as I progressively turn into my father. I have to keep on top of ear and nose hair – things you never believe will happen to you. Suddenly I have a shaving brush in my ear and I don’t know where it’s come from, and the more hair I take the out, the more it surges back.
A lot of beefs in the music industry are caused from miscommunication and just not really understanding what’s going on, having people in your ear saying this is what somebody did, or this is what somebody did to you.
I used to live in New York, and I have friends that work in the fashion world, and I feel like I had an ear to the ground there.
There was this discussion to know how long the human ear was really receptive to the music. A 74 minute CD is too long. We thought about making two CDs, 35 minutes each… But the songs need to breathe.
Irish poetry has lost the ready ear and the comforts of recognition. But we must go on. We must be true to our own minds.
I’m always listening and watching; my ear is like a boom mike. And judging, frankly. Constantly judging.
