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“That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.”
― Dave Matthes, Sleepeth Not, the Bastard

“Music is the beat of a drum that keeps time with our emotions.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro's tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek's subtle bass line as it worked its way in. After another few seconds Will came in, slow at first, but racing along to match the others' pace. When their combined efforts seemed unable to get any heavier, David jumped into the mix.

As the sound got nice and heavy, Bekka began to rock back-and-forth onstage. In front of her, hundreds of metal-lovers began to jump and gyrate to their music. She matched their movements for a moment, enjoying the connection that was being made, before stepping over to the keyboard that had been set up behind her. Sliding her microphone into an attached cradle, she assumed her position and got ready. Right on cue, all the others stopped playing, throwing the auditorium into an abrupt silence. Before the crowd could react, however, Bekka's fingers began to work the keys, issuing a rhythm that was much softer and slower than what had been built up. The audience's violent thrash-dance calmed at that moment and they began to sway in response.

Bekka smiled to herself.

This is what she lived for.”
― Nathan Squiers, Death Metal

“Music is the fastest motivator in the world.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.”
― Moonshine Noire

“So what is it about evenings that makes you pensive and thoughtful? Is it the slightly wafting cold breeze that beckons you on a journey of soulful serenity? A cornucopia of feelings, emotions and nostalgic charm that reverberate into the mystic beats of a faraway drum.”
― Avijeet Das

“The world is just a barrel-organ which the Lord God turns Himself. We all have to dance to the tune which is already on the drum”
― Reinhard Heydrich, Letter from Reinhard Heydrich, Chief of the Security Police, to All Einsatzgruppen Chiefs. September 21, 1939

“There’s a reason for the word heartbeat not be called beat of heart. The perfect woman only needs a good beat. The heart will follow. Emotions, when put in equilibrium with reason, create more miracles than any emotion, no matter how strong, deprived from reason. This is why it’s much easier to love a woman that can play the drums or any other instrument with rhythm, than one that believes in unreasonable magic, simply because there’s more magic in reason than in the lack of it. You see, loving someone that you truly want to love, someone you admire, someone you want to spend your time with, helping, sharing and growing together, makes much more sense than expecting someone to love you for no reason than your will, needs and desires. And when humans understand this, they will understand love, find it easily and never lose it again.”
― Robin Sacredfire

“This has been an afternoon of romantic omens, gentle on the heart, but why me? Love never happens to me. Everything else, but not love. Does Arnold play drums? Guess I never asked. I’ve been terribly insensitive this last year. I haven’t even checked to see if he has a TikTok account.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“What do you do when your kid can only count to four? Buy him a drumkit and call him gifted!
- Tré Cool, Flypside, 1992”
― Green Day

“The insistent drums were an unwelcome reminder of the existence of another world, wholly autonomous, with its own necessities and patterns. The message they were beating out, over and over, was for her; it was saying, not precisely that she did not exist but rather that it did not matter whether she existed or not, that her presence was of no consequence to the rest of the cosmos. It was a sensation that suddenly paralyzed her with dread. There had never been any question of her “matteringâ€�; it went without saying that she mattered, because she was important to herself. But what was the part of her to which she mattered?”
― Paul Bowles, The Spider's House

“Each cloud we burst, each moon we drum, each sun we dance is an essential part of the wheel. Though they are not the whole circle of our being. The whole is incalculable.”
― Thomas Lloyd Qualls, Painted Oxen

“If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.”
― Neil Peart musician

“The red-jacketed band stirred to life. The first musician raised his trumpet. The trombone dipped. The drumstick rose. Lea lowered her clarinet. It had been Brent's idea not to have their insturments rise and fall in unison. The staggered motion gave it a more exciting rhythm.”
― Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

“They had three cadences, these spectral drummers, which they called First Kings, Second Kings, and Revelations. Going into a fight, they went from one cadence to another with no apparent signal until the officers began to shout commands and men began to fall. Then the drummers began a solemn drill beat that Bushrod believed would be the muttering undertone of every nightmare he would ever have.”
― Howard Bahr, The Black Flower: A Novel of the Civil War

“There will never be a shortage of people who tell you what they think you need to hear. But you know better. For them, their forever exists as a low, impenetrable ceiling. But for you, there is only sky.”
― Dave Matthes, The Sounds From the Hills Go Away When the Sun Goes Down

“We kissed and pressed up against each other, and I said to her “Ya know, my first kiss I ever had with anyone, it was with a boy, in the back of a school bus at night.â€� Lotty stopped kissing me for a second.
“That’s disgusting,� she said.
“What? It’s not like we had much choice in where we did it. Kinda had to sneak around in those days. Get it in when and where we could.�
“No, I mean the fact that your first kiss was with a boy.�
“What’s wrong with that?�
“Boys are gross.”
― Dave Matthes, The Sounds From the Hills Go Away When the Sun Goes Down

“Rhythmic rain drops drum
Music of a thousand beats
Silenced by the sun”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Interestingly, bonobo percussionists prefer a tempo of 280 beats per minute, the syllabic rate at which most humans speak.”
― Dr Susan Block

“It's all about Perfection or the tolerance of Imperfection”
― Stijn Moreels

“Wyrzucanie negatywnej energii stwarza wolnÄ… przestrzeÅ„, w której energia życiowa może zacząć swobodnie krążyć. Oczy zaczynajÄ… bÅ‚yszczeć, uÅ›miech wypÅ‚ywa na usta, a radość zaczyna przebijać siÄ™ z wnÄ™trza. Kiedy Å›piewasz i bÄ™bnisz, nie możesz być smutny, rytm sprowadza CiÄ™ z powrotem do naturalnego pulsu życia i Å‚Ä…czy z biciem serca Ziemi.”
― Shirlie Roden, Sound Healing: How to Use the Healing Power of the Human Voice

“The passion for techno is older than techno itself. The passion for drums is older than their invention. And a time will come when the reason for both surpasses them.”
― Dan Van Casteele

“You’ll see no mercy from this place, kid,â€� Wendel Trope said, holding on to his bottle in his lap, “you’ve wandered into a tiny sliver of Hell. Fall asleep with your eyes closed and it’ll swallow you hole. Happens to everyone eventually though, it’s not something you can avoid by doing anything with your life differently. I haven’t found it yet, but supposedly there’s somethingâ€� good about everything,â€� he laughed at that, drinking, letting the liquid spill out over his lips and onto his shirt, “I dunno, maybe it’s just under the dirt somewhere. Really deep down where they bury all the bodies.”
― Dave Matthes, The Sounds From the Hills Go Away When the Sun Goes Down

“Fag Bush Betty leaned against the sink and the supports whined under her weight, but she leaned anyway and picked stuff out of her teeth, using the mirror as a reference. She stopped after a few crevices and looked at herself. I’d seen a ton of women give themselves that look to themselves in the mirror before. Those eyes were searching for the answer. The way her eyebrows made her forehead wrinkle up, and her chapped lips and skin that was loose on parts of body gave her a very gaunt texture and appearance. I didn’t need a change of light or a particular aimed luminescence to see the extreme parts of her. I could see her spine, and every bone in it. She turned the faucet on and ran water into her hands, splashing it onto her face and letting the beads run down her cheeks, over the edge of her chin and down beside the veins in her neck.
“I do that sometimes too,� I said.
She turned her head with her back still facing me.
“That, right there, stand above the sink and using the water like that,â€� I said, “never helps though, but it’s funny how it makes your eyes burn. I’ll take a shower sometimes and get real clean. I’ll wash everything. Later that night I’ll have a freak out and walk over to the sink, same as you, naked as hell. I’ll splash water on my face but still when it gets in my eyes it burns. Like there’s some dirt or sweat that I missed while in the shower. It always happens that way. I can’t seem to get everything, and my eyes justâ€� burn. Sometimes the sweat really makes them sting. And there’s nothing you can really do about it, ya have to let it burn until it washes out.”
― Dave Matthes, The Sounds From the Hills Go Away When the Sun Goes Down

“I don’t want no drummer. I set the tempo.”
― Bessie Smith

“Percussion is my religion, and the band room is my cathedral. Inside this holy place, I don’t believe in anything more than myself.”
― Patrick R.F. Blakley, Drummond: Learning to find himself in the music

“Behind me, the setting sun stained the black-and-white tiles of the hall floor a shimmering shade of tangerine, and my long shadow seemed to pulse to the beat of the drums.

Even the garden, usually buzzing with the orchestra of its denizens, had quieted to hear the drums. There was a string- a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Our society seems something akin to an auditorium full of people holding drums. And the insanity inherent in this scene is that every person is clutching stacks of blank sheet music, no one knows what a metronome is, and none of these apparent musicians have a lick of musical experience. And in the deafening chaos of the acoustic bedlam that fills every corner of that room, every single person is voicing the incessant demand that everyone else in the room march to the beat of their own particular drum (even though they’re entirely uncertain as to what that beat is). And in the ensuing pandemonium, the beat that I’m going to march to is the one that marches me right out of that room.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The drum lets us hear the heartbeat of the earth.”
― Starhawk, The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess