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I grew up with a grandmother from another country and having a different language in my house. That gave me an ear for accents.
You see some people on stage today, and they have these huge ear monitors.
Grooming-wise, it is now a constant battle as I progressively turn into my father. I have to keep on top of ear and nose hair – things you never believe will happen to you. Suddenly I have a shaving brush in my ear and I don’t know where it’s come from, and the more hair I take the out, the more it surges back.
I never really trained to be a musician, but I’ve been playing guitar since I was around, like, 13 years old. For me, the guitar has always been the instrument that I’ve played. I play a little piano. I taught myself everything by ear. I don’t read music at all, which has not really been a hindrance.
I can’t read a note of music. I just do it all from ear.
I love radio – its immediacy and especially its intimacy… it is part of your life, whispering into your ear. You can’t see it, but equally importantly it can’t see you.
I have a good ear for music.
I’m a pretty private person, so I’d like to say I’m a good ear and that I keep my mouth shut.
I could never overstate the importance of a musician’s need to develop his or her ear. Actually, I believe that developing a good ‘inner ear’ – the art of being able to decipher musical components solely through listening – is the most important element in becoming a good musician.
Mentoring is a brain to pick, an ear to listen, and a push in the right direction.
I have a good ear for languages.
I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy‘s ear off.
The main thing about being a producer and not a beatmaker, the difference is the ear.
People have said things about me, and wrote and criticized me about things in the past, but it goes in one ear and out the other.
When I attained my seventh year, my father, whose ear was unmusical but who was nevertheless passionately fond of music, gave me my elementary lessons on the violin; in a very few months, I was able to play all manner of compositions at sight.
It was frustrating that young people, through no fault of their own, were listening to terrible $2 ear buds. You can’t get good sound out of those.
Young people have decided they like to listen to music in a certain way, through ear buds, and that’s fine with me as long as it doesn’t bother them that they’re not hearing 90 percent of the music that way.
Growing up, I can remember singing along with my ma all of the time. I wouldn’t say she necessarily ‘taught’ me how to sing, but she was definitely the first person to inspire me to sing and the first to intrigue me vocally. I’ve always had a natural ear for music, though.
Just sitting on the bed watching TV. And they said someone with a left inner ear infection, ear pops up, whoa! And uh, yeah, that’s me. And you know, they just prayed that it be healed and it sure was. It went away and that was that. And I knew I was healed. What are the chances, eh? That was the Lord working!
I grew up playing about 15 instruments and the way that I was able to accomplish that was by cutting my classes, hanging out in the band room all day, and going from one instrument to the next to the next, until I learned how to play everything by ear.
One of the hardest things for me to do is watch myself. The first time I see it, I am obsessed with my left ear or my right ear or some other physical attribute, or the fact that I’m 60 or whatever shallow ego thought is running through my head. I’m just destroyed that I’m not Cary Grant or whatever.
If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear – such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.
The eye is a very quick instrument, much quicker than the ear. The eye gets it immediately.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
This thing comes to me, not by the hearing of the ear, but by my own personal experience: I know of a surety that Jesus manifests Himself unto His people as He doth not unto the world.
I find that classical music helps put me in a place that is very calming and allows me to express emotion through my body. I played clarinet as a child, so I guess I have a bit of a musical ear.
I always used to listen to quite a bit of classical music because my dad liked it, and if you’ve got any ear for music at all you have to enjoy Mozart.
Anything that catches my ear, I’m into. Things that are different, that change what you’re listening to.
It’s very important to listen when someone is speaking up. I always keep my ear to the ground.
As a writer, my main objective is to tell the story urgently – as if whispering it into one ear – and to know the characters intimately.
I find this mortifying to admit, but I have one of those balls that helps my posture. They’re hard to sit on, so it stops me from sitting too long… I also wear a pair of 3M(TM) PELTOR(TM) Optime(TM) II Ear Muffs. They’re the same ones that people wear on the tarmac among the planes – noise blockers.
I just got an ear for the kind of things I like.
I’ve always considered transcribing to be an invaluable tool in the development of one’s musical ear and, over the years, I have spent countless glorious hours transcribing different kinds of music, either guitar-oriented or not.
I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting, active, and sometime terrifying experience, and I’ve enjoyed it completely. A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other.
Pneumococcal disease is a real threat. Pneumococcal disease is a bacterial infection that causes anything from middle ear infection to pneumonia to meningitis. Children are particularly vulnerable to it, but adults can get pneumococcal disease themselves.
You just need the ear. But the ear is something, I guess, that you can’t buy. And I can’t play the piano fluently, but I feel like my ear is my strong point.
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.
The fact that I wasn’t expected to read music at all and was absorbing everything by ear… it had a huge affect on the kind of musician that I became.
The ear will surrender even at those times when the eye wants to close, when the eye doesn’t want to watch.
One disadvantage of being a hog is that at any moment some blundering fool may try to make a silk purse out of your wife’s ear.
What comprises good performance? The ability through singing or playing to make the ear conscious of the true content and affect of a composition.
I read everything aloud, novels as well as picture books. I believe the eye and ear are different listeners. So as writers, we have to please both.
I had terrible ear problems and asthma and allergies. I spent quite a bit of time in hospital up to the age of eight so was not – am still not – extraordinarily intelligent.
When I work with new girls, I talk their ear off and try to make them as comfortable as possible because I remember what it was like when I first started.
I have always felt a special affinity with V. S. Pritchett. He worked from the ear, primarily, as I do, and he was an all-rounder, writing short stories, novels, memoir, travelogue, critical biography. He lived to be almost 100, and he never stopped, and his work is unified by a great generosity of spirit.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
One year, I was a patron of a new opera. It was, to put it kindly, unpleasant to the ear. The friends I went with hated it. Keeping quiet about my contribution, I was outed when one of them, reading the program at the restaurant during dinner, saw my name.
I may have been through the pain of childbirth three times, but I’m incredibly nervous about having my upper ear pierced.
I became quite taken over by Johnson’s personality at some points while writing the biography, and since I went straight on to The Closed Circle afterwards, I did sometimes feel I could hear him whispering in my ear while I was working on it.
My mom is still whispering in my ear, ‘Look as good as you can.’ She taught me that being the best you can be in your appearance as well as your intellect was primary.
Van Gogh cut off his ear for his art. I’m not tryin’ to cut off my ear. I’m not humiliating myself.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
Rihanna‘s voice is just delicious for your ear. Sinatra had the same thing; anything he sang sounded pleasing to most people.
I have as many pictures of my vocal cords as I do of my children. I have a great ear, nose and throat doctor, and we look at them – if there’s some redness, maybe I’ll take a little time off.
Because these show are live, script pages are being switched during the program and new commercial teases might be yelled in your ear with just enough time to scribble them on scrap paper before reading them.
It is my responsibility to always have my ear to the ground on issues affecting the people of our district, and whether it’s supporting the veterans of Michigan‘s 8th district or anyone else, I will always do my best to listen and follow through on the needs of folks here.
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! – There ‘s a state for your old Lover to be in! – No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
Whatever sounds best to the ear, to the whole team of people who are producing the song, is what works eventually.
I got some media coverage for using the tail, the ear, the oink.
I have no tattoos at all – it was a huge undertaking for me in the ’80s to let my parents know I was piercing my ear when I did ‘L.A. Law.’
I’m kind of the town pump. I think I have a pretty good ear for what sounds good in this style.
I’ve grown up with a piano in the house, and that’s where I started to be able to learn things by ear. Guitar kind of happened, and I was using it just for writing at first. Then, I was writing so much that I began to realise that I knew how to play, and that’s when I started getting nerdy about it.
I feel it’s our responsibility to keep our ear tuned to public discourse. There’s a lot of noise out there, and our responsibility is to pick up on the themes and issues that work their way through all of society.
I think you’ll always be able to do what your ear tells you.
I mostly play my dynasty or against someone in the hotel. I don’t really like online games. I can’t stand people yelling in my ear over a headset. I’d rather just play someone like Dwight Howard out in Orlando or people back home. For games like that, it’s cool, but just signing on and playing random people, I hate it.
Despair is a cop-out, the ultimate abdication of all responsibility, in which people feel justified in their feelings of impotence. But if, on the other hand, you feel that your work in the world does make a difference and that you do have the power to change things, the nay-sayers will turn a deaf ear.
My sisters play ball. My older brother, he’s in my ear. My younger brother, he’s in my ear. Critiquing me on my game. That’s who I mostly pay attention to.
She may hide it, but Clinton is a policy nerd. Ask about microfinance, and she’ll talk your ear off. Mention early childhood interventions, and she will gush about obscure details of a home visitation experiment in Elmira, N.Y., that dramatically improved child outcomes.
My English is good because I have a good ear.
I never had plastic surgery. I had a nose procedure done because I had to. I had no cartilage in my nose; I have a piece of cartilage from my ear put into my nose. I had a medical procedure done. I have no plastic in my nose.
He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.
At a meet and greet in a nightclub in Texas, a girl who looked about 15 years old gave me a VHS copy of ‘Adventures in Babysitting,’ and she whispered in my ear that it’s really just home movie footage of her dad practicing judo.
I had no idea that I was ever getting into music. I did not prepare for a music career, and here I’ve found, out of pure luck, that I did have, not only a talent and an ear, but a passion for music. And I have it to this day.
The talent of a true writer and poet is in the ear.
Choose a wife rather by your ear than your eye.
Engaging in a sycophantic way with any politician in the short term is tempting. It offers the lure of access and the promise of influence. But ultimately, it can lead to misreading the environment, giving too much of an ear to the politician’s circle, and confining your audience to partisans.
I work hard not to be pigeonholed. And I can’t understand how you can work on jobs back-to-back all year, with cameras in your face, contestants to look after and someone screaming in your ear, and still expect to remember the price of a pint of milk.
Thankfully, I have got the ear to select music, which I think I have inherited that from my father. That matters a lot, when you are recording a song.
I have OCD and, literally, walking on the left, needing things to be in even numbers with few exceptions. One and seven, any number that ends in seven, that’s all me. All the tics like the pulling of the ear and scratching of the palms, all me.
We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.
When I think about the person who’s been most in my ear, it’s Joe Dumars.
My father was a jazz tenor sax player. He played in a lot of big bands. So I had that sound around me all the time. The first record that really caught my ear was Clifford Brown‘s ‘Brownie Eyes.’ I grew up listening to John Coltrane and Illinois Jacquet. This is where I come from… I love improvisational music.
I love music, and I got an ear for it.
I never developed hard cartilage in my ears because I played with them since I was a baby. I can fold my ear entirely inside out, and I can put the whole thing inside itself.
Although I’m deaf in only my left ear, when there is noise all around, I’m unable to distinguish sounds and can’t hear anything.
The more people who come from musical backgrounds and go into promotion, production, songwriting, A&R, plus get their business head together, the better. They’ll not only understand the business aspect, they’ll also have a true passion and ear for how quality is represented musically.
If I get a bit big-headed, I get a good clip round the ear from my family and friends. I’m still the same person.
FIFA is a vuvuzela. It’s in your ear, but you don’t want to hear it, and then eventually it goes away.
Irish poetry has lost the ready ear and the comforts of recognition. But we must go on. We must be true to our own minds.
I started playing in the band and learned to play piano by ear.
Elvis came along when I was 10. My father gave me a bass ukulele. I taught myself how to play from a book to play some chords, so I was laying down ‘Hound Dog‘ and things like that when I was 10 years old in 1955. That’s the way I was. My ear was glued to the radio. I knew right then what I wanted to do.
I feel like alternative piercings in the ear is this untapped way to festoon yourself. Not many people understand this, but it hurts so good. It’s like getting dental work done. It hurts in the right way.
I am oftentimes the ear for some people that I know and love. Which I like being. I don’t know if I’d like being a marriage counselor, though, because that’s too deep for me.
Great music is in the ear of the beholder.
Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power.
I always communicate musically. I want my band not only to learn the form and feel of the song by ear, like I do, but also have the freedom to contribute.
As Christians, we are responsible for our fellow brothers and sisters suffering and fighting for the basic resources we all need to survive. To deny this is to turn a deaf ear to God’s teachings.
To sing a song is like whispering to a child’s ear. It is an art heavily relying on improvisation.