Top 99 Horn Quotes

I put quite a bit of study into the horn, that’s true. In fact, the neighbors threatened to ask my mother to move once, you know.

That’s the thing that we said about the horn before: it’s a focus issue. It’s like a singer versus a drummer. If a drummer’s playing a drum beat, and a singer starts singing, what do you think the audience is going to do?

If you own face paint and a bulb horn and you’re not a circus clown, you might be uncool.

I found when talking with many other women that they sometimes are more reluctant to toot their own horn, to talk about their success. They have to be more confident in doing that. That is not always the case, but there is that element that women don’t put forth who they are.

When you’re playing music, say for instance, you’re playing a part of the band and you’re looking at your music, your horn is down into the stand. This way, it’s up and it goes right on out to the audience, you know?

I actually think that I’m a genius; not to toot my own horn or anything, but I think I’m a musical genius.

My main horn is a hybrid of a flugelhorn a coronet and a trumpet, but that’s really because, for me, each instrument to me had a different voice, and I liked them all, but I didn’t like any one of them singularly.

When I started out, even though you had your rhythm section, they were big horn sections, strings, live people laying on every part of the floor in the studio waiting for their chance to get on that one little track.

I always say that music is a small drop in the ocean of life. I was told a long time ago that your horn, or whatever instrument you play, is a means to be in the world.

I think generally I’m a pretty good person if I had to grade myself. Or toot my own horn.

The only very rugged part of the route is in crossing the Big Horn mountain, which is about 30 miles wide.

I don’t even want to fight Pacquiao now because Pacquiao fought Jessie Vargas, Chris Algieri, Jeff Horn… They were talking that Terence Crawford wasn’t a worthy enough name for Pacquiao. Why are those guys worthy when a fight with me and him would’ve been bigger than any of those?

Each instrument has something to say to you. It’s got its own character. Each horn has its own character and will say to you certain things. If you violate that, it’s almost a sacrilege!

I came up from growing up with a lot of Catholic guilt, a lot of punk rock, hipster guilt in the later years where I think people have thrown a lot of things on me. Where I always felt like I’m not supposed to tell the horn section what to play or I don’t want to come off egotistical.

When John Coltrane passed, we were in the church for the memorial. Albert Ayler came walking in playing, real out there. He was actually mourning through his horn. Mourning, but it was also like a call to wake up. Wake up!

When I found the music of Monk I finally found music that fit that horn. Every one of his tunes fit it perfectly.

No one is fit to judge a book until he has rounded Cape Horn in a sailing vessel, until he has bumped into two or three icebergs, until he has been lost in the sands of the desert, until he has spent a few years in the House of the Dead.

A guitar player goes on the road, and he misses his girlfriend for a while, but he manages to get along. A horn player gets out on the road, plays two or three towns, and then he’ll get lonely, and next thing you know, he’s packed up and left. It’s better not to hire him in the first place.

Ethiopia is an island of stability within the Horn of Africa, which is a troubled region.

By the time Guns n’ Roses spent 28 months from 1991 to 1993 touring the ‘Use Your Illusion’ albums, the tour staff sometimes approached 100 people. We were carrying not only backup girl singers, a horn section, and an extra keyboard player, but also chiropractors, masseuses, a singing coach, and a tattoo artist.

I hear these melodies. I hear horn lines and string lines. That’s what’s fun about recording with an orchestra.

As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.

After it was sewn back on, they did a proper job of it, and now it’s OK. It looks a little distorted, and the nail has not grown fully back yet, but I’m thankful I still have my thumb, and I can still do my horn sign.

I first began with the recorder in our community music school. After that, I played horn and participated in the school orchestra.

I play drums, clarinet, saxophone, trumpet, french horn, piano.

You are an instrument if you understand your voice and how to use it – this sound, that sound and certain ranges and different pitch. Within that I try to find a rhythm and play the voice as if it was a horn.

There’s a very curious and – and almost sadistic lust for blood that overcomes the concert listener, and there’s a waiting for it to happen: a waiting for the horn to fluff; a waiting for the strings to become ragged; a waiting for the conductor to forget the subdivide, you know? And it’s dreadful!

Then I took 8 years of French Horn, first jazz, and then classical.

Miles Davis would have this lineup of all these amazing musicians and one day would just say, ‘We’re done.’ After tons of great records and tickets sold, he said, ‘Now I’m going to grow my hair out and play my horn through a wah-wah pedal.’ Rather than play it safe, he went on.

People say to me, ‘You’re a genius; you’re great.’ I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that way about myself. Some things, I feel like, are better left for other people to say, and I’m just not into, like, tooting my own horn or bragging or anything.

I’d rather play a tune on a horn, but I’ve always felt that I didn’t want to train myself. Because when you get a train, you’ve got to have an engine and a caboose. I think it’s better to train the caboose. You train yourself, you strain yourself.

My dad was a mechanic, and I have great style memories of him. He wore, every single day: a blue chambray shirt, Levi’s 501s, and Red Wing boots. And that certainly wasn’t fashionable at the time; it was basically the opposite. And he wore these horn rim glasses that were very Sol Moscot.

Esquire, in a July, 1957 issue, has a photograph of me playing the French horn at the Five Spot.

I had a really good time in New Orleans, although I had some very tragic times in Baton Rouge. Some guys beat me up and threw my horn away. ‘Cause I had a beard, then, and long hair like the Beatles.

From a societal aspect, when you are impatient behind a driverless car and there’s no one to listen to your beeping horn, what are people going to do? How are they going to take out their aggression?

We had an old Victrola with the old bulldog they used to have there. The horn would come out.

I’m honest and tell it like it is. I’ve been around the horn a few times and learned valuable lessons from screwing up a bit. So, if I can pass off advice or make someone smile on the way to work, I’m for it.

No matter what happens with EDM, I would like to go to New Orleans and just play with one of those small funk bands in an intimate venue. How cool would it be to work with a band with those huge horn lines and produce all of that great funk that makes you just want to party?

Only a couple of people have like blown their horn and rolled down their window and stuff like that. But no one’s been really stopping me when I’m running.

As a horn player, the greatest compliment one can get is when a person comes to you and says, ‘I heard this saxophone on the radio the other day and I knew it was you. I don’t know the song, but I know it was you on sax.’

I just really liked those trumpets and horns – Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie – and I honed in on that. I always looked for those big horn lines.

One of my favorite albums is Bob Gibson and Bob Camp, ‘At the Gate of Horn.’ It was a really dynamic album, almost like The Beatles, and way before its time… around 1960 or so.

We’re not very dangerous animals; we don’t have a horn like a rhino or quills like a porcupine.

If you don’t live it, it won’t come out your horn.

I do think novels are overlooked. I did write one some years ago that I think is quite good, called ‘The End of the Story,’ not to blow my own horn.

I think my first experience of art, or the joy in making art, was playing the horn at some high-school dance or bar mitzvah or wedding, looking at a roomful of people moving their bodies around in time to what I was doing. There was a piano player, a bass player, a drummer, and my breath making the melody.

The much-lauded visual artist Roni Horn got her Master’s in Sculpture from Yale in the Seventies, but in the course of her career she has moved, among other media, from watercolors to photographs to floor-sized installations and mats of poured gold.

I play the piano and that’s how I learned about music. I then taught myself the guitar, drums, percussion and various other things, such as the bazooka, the mandolin, the Theremin, the alpine horn, the didgeridoo.

When I went to college, I thought I was going to become a professional musician. I was a French horn player, so I went to Yale to study with a very unusual French horn player.