A Quote by Julian Bream

I like to play the lute full-bloodedly, with passion, as well as with delicacy and, I hope, refinement. — © Julian Bream
I like to play the lute full-bloodedly, with passion, as well as with delicacy and, I hope, refinement.
Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement.
My own style on the guitar grew out of my experience with the lute. I suppose some people might say I play each like the other. And of course I know a lot of guitar fans who wish I would stop playing the lute and vice versa.
America has a new delicacy, a coarse, rank refinement.
Neither refinement nor delicacy is indispensable to produce elegance.
Delicacy of taste has the same effect as delicacy of passion; it enlarges the sphere both of our happiness and our misery.
You always remember the delicacy of the work you do on a new play - the delicacy and the rigor and the courage.
When you are accompanied by the instrument - on an instrument like the lute-the lute and voice - you have this sound, and you feel how the music can be so touching and yet so simple.
A cell of a higher organism contains a thousand different substances, arranged in a complex system. This great organized system was not discovered by chemical or physical methods; they are inadequate to its refinement and delicacy and complexity.
We all play this sport - well, many players say they play this sport because they love it - it's their passion. I never really did it like that.
With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
I was early taught to work as well as play. My life has been one long, happy holiday; Full of work and full of play- I dropped the worry on the way- And God was good to me everyday.
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
Play with heart; Play with passion; Play within yourself; Have fun; Play like a champion.
I suppose that when I started to play the lute it was fairly esoteric.
I knelt and opened up my lute case. Moving the lute aside, I pressed the lid of the secret compartment and twisted it open. I slid Threpe's sealed letter inside, where it joined the hollow horn with Nina's drawing and a small sack of dried apple I had stowed there. There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.
I'm hoping my play opens up conversations, I hope it makes people question textbooks, I hope it makes #OscarsSoWhite and #HollywoodSoWhite question things. I hope my play sparks conversation between Latin kids and Latin parents and people start doing their own due diligence as well, I think it's everyone's responsibility.
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