The world can be seen through the sound of music. Seen being an analogy for hearing, of course. Music paints a vivid picture in people’s minds about personal expression as well as other matters involving the world.
I was never a very musical person. Not in the “instrument” sense of the word anyway. I guess I never really tried. Instruments are so expensive, and hard to learn, and my parents never encouraged me. I did enjoy playing the cello in middle school.
i used to think that musicals were extremely boring and stupid. I absolutely hated watching them. I took a few choir classes and I think after watching the movie Grease I came to appreciate them a lot more. I find them entertaining now, I feel due to maturing.
You can keep your white sand beaches, your placid expanses of turquoise water. The ocean I want is a wild thing, clawing at the pebble shore and spitting saltwater into the faces of those who dare to come too close. I can watch for hours as the waves vomit splintered driftwood and shredded kelp onto the shoreline through broken-rock teeth. My favorite sound wasn’t the screams of the seagulls as they were buffeted by whitecaps, but the ceaseless cacophony of the waves against the beach’s pebbles, drawing them endlessly back and forth, back and forth… strangely musical in its violence.
It was a beautiful sound, her laugh. A mix of bells and rain and a cool breeze on a summer day. There was nothing like it in the world, except for the sound she made when she cried.
I love musicals. Such a wonderful combination of dancing and singing, it really is inspiring to me. To me, a musical is almost like a prayer. We combine the two things that we humans were gifted, and create something entertaining, thought provoking, or inspiring.
musical, all sorts of things can be considered musical, like a traffic jam, or diarrhea. its all depends on you and how you interpret things. its beautiful actually.
The symphony was more than I expected. I could feel the music against my skin, in my heart, weaving around my ribs. And I could feel his hand on mine tapping my knuckles to the tune of the violin. My face is growing flush, I believe this is happiness.
I love music. I guess you could say I’m musical. I play the cello, sure. But that’s not why I’m musical. I am never happier than when I’m immersing myself in music. Listening to it, singing along to it, even dancing to it (when I’m feeling bold). Discovering new music leaves me feeling just as satisfied as I’d eaten a delicious meal.
a jealous tune beckons the petals of a withering rose and two simple fingers of a chord. a broken pitch of black and white fills the ears with salty droplets of winter dreams and soft-spoken moonlit nights.
How fascinating it is to have a musical mind. To really become the music, feel i,t live it, be one with it. Must be the most scrumptious life! And what opportunities and visions it would illicit. How would you not be affected so profoundly at the beauty and the devastation that is the world
It was a great moment to share everything you’re passionate about. To hear people sing their hearts out, bleed on your ears, crave for your attention and reflect everything that their characters feel. It’s unbelievable, how sheer force and power of voice can do wonders to your heart and change your life.
high school musical used to be a thing. anyone remember that? some people seem to stay stuck in that mentality – high school. grow up. and then GROW UP. i’m not a kid anymore.adklafjdsklfjklsdjfkldjflksdjflkjdsklfj adulthood.
You were stunning. You’re raven black suit with the bright blue tie that I couldn’t let stay. Your magnificent green eyes, your rosy red cheeks, and your brilliant blond hair were overpowering. It was the most magical night. We were together; we were musical. Nothing can top the songs we made together. Nothing.
The musical is fun but torturous. She screams, she yells; nothing is right. She tries to make us cry. Somebody please tell her it’s high school, not Broadway.
I am a musical fuck. I play music in my head all the time. I hear musical sirens outside in the woods alone on a dark morning in february with the one I love forever. She lives at the beach.
When the intent is great, a song must occur. If song happens throughout, every moment is of importance; every moment is dire. I kick a puddle, I skip through my neighborhood, and spin my yellow umbrella to the beat of my tune. It’s the opening act.
Musical musical musical molly went to the store. At the store she picked up a kiwi and some butter, that’s all she needed, no more and no less. Musical Molly then went home to her two dogs and her clarinet. Musical Molly played her clarinet all afternoon, he dogs do not enjoy the clarinet music.
I don’t understand why people say they don’t like musicals. I know of several people who do, but most guys I know don’t. Is it just so utterly “gay” to sing your thoughts whilst dancing around? NO, it’s fucking fun. Get over yourselves. I will say
Musical’s root word is from the word music. Everyone loves musics. There is so many different types of music out there. Everyone has their own favorite genres of music, that best fit their personality and/or style. Some people like country and some people like pop. Some may just like classic, jazz and instrumental. It all depends upon your personality. Some people have musical talent such as to play an instrument or to sing. Not everyone has musical talent but everyone has some sort of interest in musical’s root word “music”.
Musicals surround my world on a daily. When I step outside the door, I hear Stevie, or even Kendrick. It’s constant. Honestly, the soundtrack remains one of the dopest things about my day.
I’m pretty musical. So is he. We’re like instruments to each other. We’re tuned to one another. We like to try different ways to make the sounds just right. We are electric.
Oh, yes. That musical I saw with that girl five years ago was fine, but I especially remember how the lights in the theater glinted off her hungry green eyes in the way that hurts your lungs. I’ve been looking for her ever since. That girl; I’m in love with who she was.
They went to the show all dressed up in ornate garments and long, stringy pearl necklaces. The women were excited to hear the sweet cosmic melodies that they had delightfully read about in the city newspaper. A stone cold building on the outside, the theatre glowed with excitement from within. Only ten minutes to places.
“I got tickets to that musical you mentioned,” he says, holding up two long pieces of paper. “I mentioned it once. Once,” I say seriously before grabbing him in a hug. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” I almost feel like crying, but I keep it together. I feel all over again, and it feels–well, good.
Music, whimsical… Did you know that musicians have more gray matter than non musicians, this also goes for people that know two or more languages. They have greater neuroplasticity.
i like music its notes and fun and dancing and creative its the most important thing to me really. I get excited anytime anybody mentions music it is such a universal language.
i wish i was musical. i never really stuck with any instrument i played.
the girl ran her fingers through her hair while sitting at the piano, the stress of this situation was just too intense. her musical talent seemed to fade day by day, it seemed impossible to write one line anymore, let alone 15 songs.
I just tried out for my school’s musical, Legally Blonde. I can’t believe the word was musical. But I want to get in, so bad. So, so, so bad. I think I’ll die if I don’t. Not really, but it really won’t be pretty.
I just watched tangled. And it was fairly musical. Probably my least favourite disney music, but still a great movie. I just feel like the music was too poppy, not disney enough
Musical things. Powerful things. Spiritual things? How are they defined? If only I was more musical perhaps I could be more spiritual. But that’s rather idealistic, isn’t it?
Musical things. Heather is musical.
les miz! only because it’s a movie now. but i do consider it one of my favorites. although i feel like a “purist” when it comes to stage versus movie productions. i fell in love in the ordinariness that is russell crowe’s voice. the least musically trained voice just fights for every commoner (like me) who’d like to perform on a musical stage in a heartbeat if it weren’t for shaky vocals and minimal training. you go russell!
Musical is like music I have no idea what to write, these things always just dissolve into pointless rants although it happened rather quickly this time. I failed pretty horribly today. Oh well.
The world can be seen through the sound of music. Seen being an analogy for hearing, of course. Music paints a vivid picture in people’s minds about personal expression as well as other matters involving the world.
I was never a very musical person. Not in the “instrument” sense of the word anyway. I guess I never really tried. Instruments are so expensive, and hard to learn, and my parents never encouraged me. I did enjoy playing the cello in middle school.
talent. art. story. love. hate. triumph. emotion. tragedy. dance. kiss. cry. voice. connect. communicate. forge on.
i used to think that musicals were extremely boring and stupid. I absolutely hated watching them. I took a few choir classes and I think after watching the movie Grease I came to appreciate them a lot more. I find them entertaining now, I feel due to maturing.
I love the ocean when it’s angry.
You can keep your white sand beaches, your placid expanses of turquoise water. The ocean I want is a wild thing, clawing at the pebble shore and spitting saltwater into the faces of those who dare to come too close. I can watch for hours as the waves vomit splintered driftwood and shredded kelp onto the shoreline through broken-rock teeth. My favorite sound wasn’t the screams of the seagulls as they were buffeted by whitecaps, but the ceaseless cacophony of the waves against the beach’s pebbles, drawing them endlessly back and forth, back and forth… strangely musical in its violence.
It was a beautiful sound, her laugh. A mix of bells and rain and a cool breeze on a summer day. There was nothing like it in the world, except for the sound she made when she cried.
I love musicals. Such a wonderful combination of dancing and singing, it really is inspiring to me. To me, a musical is almost like a prayer. We combine the two things that we humans were gifted, and create something entertaining, thought provoking, or inspiring.
musical, all sorts of things can be considered musical, like a traffic jam, or diarrhea. its all depends on you and how you interpret things. its beautiful actually.
All the symphonies of expression from the simplicity of four notes.
The symphony was more than I expected. I could feel the music against my skin, in my heart, weaving around my ribs. And I could feel his hand on mine tapping my knuckles to the tune of the violin. My face is growing flush, I believe this is happiness.
I love music. I guess you could say I’m musical. I play the cello, sure. But that’s not why I’m musical. I am never happier than when I’m immersing myself in music. Listening to it, singing along to it, even dancing to it (when I’m feeling bold). Discovering new music leaves me feeling just as satisfied as I’d eaten a delicious meal.
a jealous tune beckons the petals of a withering rose and two simple fingers of a chord. a broken pitch of black and white fills the ears with salty droplets of winter dreams and soft-spoken moonlit nights.
LOL, my friends like to sing, dance and pretend they are in a musical. Sometimes I wish I was just okay at singing so I could join them….
Everything was whispering in a very mysterious way. The silence was almost musical and it represented so much. The souls release of it’s inhibitions.
How fascinating it is to have a musical mind. To really become the music, feel i,t live it, be one with it. Must be the most scrumptious life! And what opportunities and visions it would illicit. How would you not be affected so profoundly at the beauty and the devastation that is the world
She had a musical voice. A voice meant for great things. A voice that called back to a golden age.
It was a great moment to share everything you’re passionate about. To hear people sing their hearts out, bleed on your ears, crave for your attention and reflect everything that their characters feel. It’s unbelievable, how sheer force and power of voice can do wonders to your heart and change your life.
high school musical used to be a thing. anyone remember that? some people seem to stay stuck in that mentality – high school. grow up. and then GROW UP. i’m not a kid anymore.adklafjdsklfjklsdjfkldjflksdjflkjdsklfj adulthood.
You were stunning. You’re raven black suit with the bright blue tie that I couldn’t let stay. Your magnificent green eyes, your rosy red cheeks, and your brilliant blond hair were overpowering. It was the most magical night. We were together; we were musical. Nothing can top the songs we made together. Nothing.
The musical is fun but torturous. She screams, she yells; nothing is right. She tries to make us cry. Somebody please tell her it’s high school, not Broadway.
I am a musical fuck. I play music in my head all the time. I hear musical sirens outside in the woods alone on a dark morning in february with the one I love forever. She lives at the beach.
When the intent is great, a song must occur. If song happens throughout, every moment is of importance; every moment is dire. I kick a puddle, I skip through my neighborhood, and spin my yellow umbrella to the beat of my tune. It’s the opening act.
Musical musical musical molly went to the store. At the store she picked up a kiwi and some butter, that’s all she needed, no more and no less. Musical Molly then went home to her two dogs and her clarinet. Musical Molly played her clarinet all afternoon, he dogs do not enjoy the clarinet music.
I don’t understand why people say they don’t like musicals. I know of several people who do, but most guys I know don’t. Is it just so utterly “gay” to sing your thoughts whilst dancing around? NO, it’s fucking fun. Get over yourselves. I will say
Musical’s root word is from the word music. Everyone loves musics. There is so many different types of music out there. Everyone has their own favorite genres of music, that best fit their personality and/or style. Some people like country and some people like pop. Some may just like classic, jazz and instrumental. It all depends upon your personality. Some people have musical talent such as to play an instrument or to sing. Not everyone has musical talent but everyone has some sort of interest in musical’s root word “music”.
Musicals surround my world on a daily. When I step outside the door, I hear Stevie, or even Kendrick. It’s constant. Honestly, the soundtrack remains one of the dopest things about my day.
I’m pretty musical. So is he. We’re like instruments to each other. We’re tuned to one another. We like to try different ways to make the sounds just right. We are electric.
Oh, yes. That musical I saw with that girl five years ago was fine, but I especially remember how the lights in the theater glinted off her hungry green eyes in the way that hurts your lungs. I’ve been looking for her ever since. That girl; I’m in love with who she was.
They went to the show all dressed up in ornate garments and long, stringy pearl necklaces. The women were excited to hear the sweet cosmic melodies that they had delightfully read about in the city newspaper. A stone cold building on the outside, the theatre glowed with excitement from within. Only ten minutes to places.
“I got tickets to that musical you mentioned,” he says, holding up two long pieces of paper. “I mentioned it once. Once,” I say seriously before grabbing him in a hug. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” I almost feel like crying, but I keep it together. I feel all over again, and it feels–well, good.
Music, whimsical… Did you know that musicians have more gray matter than non musicians, this also goes for people that know two or more languages. They have greater neuroplasticity.
i once went to a musical; it changed my life. i will never forget that musical for it had the one the only, birdie. Bye bye birdie.
i like music its notes and fun and dancing and creative its the most important thing to me really. I get excited anytime anybody mentions music it is such a universal language.
an expression of creativity trying to mash real life and fantasy in a way that entertains and inspires an individual.
i wish i was musical. i never really stuck with any instrument i played.
the girl ran her fingers through her hair while sitting at the piano, the stress of this situation was just too intense. her musical talent seemed to fade day by day, it seemed impossible to write one line anymore, let alone 15 songs.
I just tried out for my school’s musical, Legally Blonde. I can’t believe the word was musical. But I want to get in, so bad. So, so, so bad. I think I’ll die if I don’t. Not really, but it really won’t be pretty.
I just watched tangled. And it was fairly musical. Probably my least favourite disney music, but still a great movie. I just feel like the music was too poppy, not disney enough
Musical things. Powerful things. Spiritual things? How are they defined? If only I was more musical perhaps I could be more spiritual. But that’s rather idealistic, isn’t it?
Musical things. Heather is musical.
les miz! only because it’s a movie now. but i do consider it one of my favorites. although i feel like a “purist” when it comes to stage versus movie productions. i fell in love in the ordinariness that is russell crowe’s voice. the least musically trained voice just fights for every commoner (like me) who’d like to perform on a musical stage in a heartbeat if it weren’t for shaky vocals and minimal training. you go russell!
Musical is like music I have no idea what to write, these things always just dissolve into pointless rants although it happened rather quickly this time. I failed pretty horribly today. Oh well.