Brenda Sutton RoseThe guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.
About This Quote
This quote from the movie The Man Who Fell To Earth is a vivid description of a guitar. The instrument breathes, inhales and exhales music. It is part of the family and it has been with us since the beginning of time. Many people have played this instrument and have left their own mark on music.
This guitar has been played by many famous musicians, from Jimi Hendrix to Elvis Presley to Eric Clapton. In addition to being a special part of history, this guitar is a living thing that breaths the sadness of generations and fills the shop with music.
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