'... I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.' (CP)
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It had always seemed to him that one of the major flaws in the whole business of opera was the audience. They were quite unsuitable. The only ones worse than the ones who didn't know anything at all about music, and whose idea of a sensible observation was 'I liked that bit near the end when her voice went wobbly' were the ones who thought they did .... (Ma)
Nanny enjoyed music, as well. If music were the food of love, she was game for a sonata and chips at any time. (Ma)
Lancre's only other singer of note was Nanny Ogg, whose attitude to songs was purely ballistic. You just pointed your voice at the end of the verse and went for it. (Ma)
'... folksongs have got a lot to answer for ...' (LL)
'In my experience,' said Glod, 'what every true artist wants, really wants, is to be paid.' (SM)
'You've never been musical, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'It's one of your good points.' (SM)
'We haven't even practised together properlly,' said Imp.
'We'll practice as we go along,' said Glod. 'Welcome to the world of professional musicianship.' (SM) 'What do you do with them?' he said.
'I bang them together.' 'And then what?' 'What do you mean, "And then what?"' 'What do you do after you've banged them together?' 'I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers. (SM) There was a long-drawn-out chord that by law must precede all folk music to give bystanders time to get away. (LL)
Going and fighting when you're a real person isn't like folksongs! In real life you die! In folksongs you just have to remember to keep one finger in your ear and how to get to the next chorus! In real life no-one goes whack-fol-a-diddle-di-do-sing-too-rah-li-ay! (LL)
Brother Preptil, the master of music, had described Brutha’s voice as putting him in mind of a disappointed vulture arriving too late at the dead donkey. (SG)
‘Sounds like “Ding-dong, dingdong”.’
‘That’s a dwarf song all right,’ said Nanny. ‘They’re the only people who can make a hiho last all day.’ (WA) … all real patriots can never remember more than one verse of their anthem, and get through the subsequent verses by going ‘ner hner ner’ until they reach an outcrop of words they recognise, which they sing very boldly to give the impression that they really had been singing all the other words as well but had been drowned out by the people around them. (BOS)
“He said he liked my singing too. Everyone else said it sounded like a flock of vultures who’ve just found a dead donkey.” (P)
Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped. (P)
… as though they were alive and dead at the same time, like Cliff Richard. (BOS)
‘… some music can follow you for ever.’ (Sn)
Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough; books should be written with soundtracks, like films. (Dig)
'... do not become a strumpet like Mrs Ogg,’said Miss Treason.
‘I’m not very musical,’ said Tiffany uncertainly. (W) ... all tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. (GO)
Never believe what you hear in songs. They put in any old thing if they think it sounds better. (CP)
'I think he played a lute. Or maybe it was a lyre.’
‘Ach, weel, that’ll suit us fine,’ said Daft Wullie. ‘We’re experts at looting an’ then lyin’ aboot it.' (W) 'An’ they willnae let me play doon there on account o’ them sayin’ my playin’ sounds like a spider tryin’ to fart throught its ears…' (WFM)
Nothing’s louder than the end of a song that’s always been there. (WFM)
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