Top 660 Piano Quotes

Most days, I practice piano in the mornings and I spend the rest of the day painting.

I was obliged to play the piano, like middle-class children are. I didn’t start to love it until I was 14.

I tried many sports like football, baseball, and swimming. I even played saxophone and piano.

I consider the piano my ‘main’ instrument and have been playing for as long as I can remember. It seems to me that I might have come up with something resembling a song as early as 4 or 5 years old.

A couple of my friends had guitars, and I remember messing with them, but I was often intimidated by it. I think I sat down at a piano once when I was really young, but that was it.

Now, guitar was pretty cool. Everybody knew something on the guitar. So I wanted to play guitar, but I told my dad if he wanted me to keep studying something, I’d like to study piano.

However, I began composing as soon as I started taking piano lessons.

To me, writing and composing are much more like painting, about colors and brushes; I don’t use a computer when I write, and I don’t use a piano. I’m at a desk writing, and it’s very broad strokes and notes as colors on a palette.

Well mostly in song writing my experience is that there isn’t so much inspiration as hard work. You sit there for hours, days and weeks with a guitar and piano until something good comes.

Apart from my work, my greatest pleasures have been mainly out-of-doors, and although I no longer ski, I greatly enjoy walking in the mountains and leading country rambles. I am fond of music, whether light or classical, and play the piano in a self-taught way. In company, I enjoy lively, way-out discussions.

I have always had problems with my voice, and the piano helped me believe the song could be bigger than my voice, and I could play with new melodies and things that I couldn’t on guitar. It was easier to make the sound fuller and easier to get away with not being as good.

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that’s now not there.

As a piano player, if 10 is concert level, I’d put myself at a 5 or a 6, but in a completely different genre than classical or opera. In terms of classical and opera, playing accompaniment, I’d say I was a 3.

My father was always playing the piano. He played all kinds of music – Gershwin, all kinds of stuff.

I had been inspired by an organ player named Earl Grant, who played organ and piano together. My mom took me to see him. So I went home, put my piano and organ together, too.

I began singing in dive bars and really small clubs. I dragged my piano down the stairs, and I went down the street with my keyboard, and I would go to every different dive bar that I could get to agree to let me play. I’d call and pretend I was Lady Gaga’s manager.

I learned music from a book on piano theory. I was only interested in knowing about chords. From that, and from the ‘Harvard Dictionary of Music,’ I learned everything I wanted to know.

I remember listening to Miles Davis in the car with my dad. I had just done my Grade 5 piano exam, and I was quite cocky. I said, ‘It sounds like he’s played the wrong note there.’ I remember the look of horror on my dad’s face, and thinking, ‘Wow, I have to figure out why that is not acceptable.’

I really wanted to find a piano for the farm house. There were so many free pianos on Craigslist, I thought, ‘Let’s get as many free pianos as we can and stick them all in the barn.’ I got eight in a short period of time, only six of which were tunable, but it’s still quite funny.

I don’t think any of the early Romantic composers knew how to write for the piano… The music of that era is full of empty theatrical gestures, full of exhibitionism, and it has a worldly, hedonistic quality that simply turns me off.

I started playing piano when I was around four; that’s my first passion.

I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

My earliest attempts at writing were when I was seven. I would sit at the piano and transcribe the songs I heard on the radio. I’d change little things in the music and write different lyrics.

Girls are like pianos. When they’re not upright, they’re grand.

I played piano, flute, and guitar.

I realised, however, that you can’t sing when you’re playing the violin – or at least I can’t – and as that aspect of performing is important to me I shifted to the piano.

I wouldn’t even go spend the night at a friend’s unless they had a piano. But I didn’t have the chops, the extraordinary talent, to be able to play the piano professionally.

Music was a central part of my childhood because my mother played organ and piano in the church, and that meant all us kids had to be in the church choir.

A lot of people think they should be happy all the time. But the writer understands you need both. You need the whole piano: the richness of the whole human experience. Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

My mother bought a piano, put it in the front room, and I just started writing my songs.

He wanted to play accordion on something of mine and I said you can play accordion, but I want you to play piano and organ on some stuff. He came over a couple times a week for two weeks and gave me therapy as to whether I should do The Thorns or not.

I am really not a speedcuber. My best time when I was practicing was about a minute. Usually people say if you can create a piano, you must be a good piano player, but it is not true. They are different type of human activities and need different capabilities.

It’s part of what I do at my piano – the hymns. And then I write.

I’d go over to my grandmother’s house, and she’d be playing opera. They loved opera. Not only did they play it on the radio, but they played it on their piano. Everybody learned how to read music and how to play.

I don’t really have loads of friends – three or four who are close. The thing that I love the most is playing with my band, and with everything else I feel kind of uncomfortable. I don’t think I’m socially awkward. I just prefer being behind a piano.

I basically have needed to go to the piano and give voice periodically to, you know – I’m always afraid to describe it as a kind of therapeutic process, but nevertheless it was a type of unloading that had to occur due to my personal life with my mother’s health or just my professional trials and tribulations.

Yes, I love to play drums and bass and guitar and piano. Those are the main instruments I play. That is it.

One of my earliest memories of writing at a piano was alongside my sister.

I fell in love with the piano. I knew it was me. I was dying to play.

I play piano and trumpet. I studied classical guitar.

It’s quite hard to have your mom as a teacher – it’s like, she’s not necessarily a ‘real teacher’ for me. But she’d always teach me to really hear the music, and develop my ear, and to try and hear the harmonics of the piano.

My house was filled with music. We had a piano, and my brothers and sisters played instruments. Even though I was around it, I played basketball.

I like to play music and sleep. But most of all, I love to work… I don’t really play sports, so I like to spend my time playing guitar or piano.

I basically am the only musician in my family. My aunt plays a little piano, but that’s about it. My dad’s mother painted and was actually good at it. I do not come from a long line of musicians, though.

I wanted to take up guitar because playing piano is a little harder. Carrying a keyboard around is harder, and finding a real piano is much harder, and I wanted to play live more, so I figured a guitar would be easier to carry around.

If you put your hand on the piano, you play a note. It’s in tune. But if you put it on the violin, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. You have to figure it out.

At 11, I went to live with my maternal nan and granddad temporarily, after my parents separated, and Nan would let me have a go on her piano. My grandparents were like something out of the Noel Coward play, ‘This Happy Breed,’ and it was magical to hear them sing music-hall songs.

I love the sound and temperament of an upright piano.

I started playing piano when I was 6. And I knew that wanted to be involved in that form of expression, whether it was through music, or acting, or dancing, or painting, or writing.

All my momma’s people were very musical. My grandpa, who was the Pentecostal minister, he was a great musician. He played the fiddle, he played the piano.

Piano was – well, all musical instruments were taught in this very rigid, formal, classical method when I was young.

I was taking piano lessons with a very good piano instructor in Toronto, and I’m afraid due to my schedule and discipline, it kind of fell apart. One thing lead to another and I was unable to practice as much as I wanted to.

As human beings, we are the only organisms that create for the sheer stupid pleasure of doing so. Whether it’s laying out a garden, composing a new tune on the piano, writing a bit of poetry, manipulating a digital photo, redecorating a room, or inventing a new chili recipe – we are happiest when we are creating.