A Quote by Scott Joplin

Don t play this piece fast. It is never right to play ragtime fast. — © Scott Joplin
Don t play this piece fast. It is never right to play ragtime fast.
It is never right to play ragtime fast.
What is scurrilously called ragtime is an invention that is here to stay. That is now conceded by all classes of musicians... All publication s masquerading under the name of ragtime are not the genuine article... That real ragtime of the higher class is rather difficult to play is a painful truth which most pianists have discovered. Syncopations are no indication of light or trashy music... Joplin ragtime is destroyed by careless or imperfect rendering, and very often players lost the effect entirely by playing too fast.
Having heard Clifford Brown play all those fast runs, I used to really practice Clarke trumpet exercises all day long so that I could play fast. That's all I wanted to do. I was like a child with a toy.
There's only one way to play this game since I was a little kid - play fast, play physical, play strong.
We don't play slow and we don't play fast, we play half fast
I will play power forward and small forward. Rebound, lead the break, play on the wing, post, play fast and play slow.
Be fast on the field physically, but play slow mentally. Basically, play hard but play smart.
Watch out for guys like Scott Piercy and Danny Willett. They both play really good on fast, fast greens.
It's a fast game, and you've got to play fast.
Play fast, play smart, play aggressive, bring energy!
Play exists for its own sake. Play is for the moment; it is not hurried, even when the pace is fast and timing seems important. When we play, we also celebrate holy uselessness. Like the calf frolicking in the meadow, we need no pretense or excuses. Work is productive; play, in its disinterestedness and self-forgetting, can be fruitful.
I just want to be able to play as fast as my brain goes, and my brain doesn't go all that fast.
I never blame the refs as I know how tough it is, how fast the play goes, how difficult it is to keep up with the play.
We used to play touch football, where you put the little rag in your pocket. I was good because I was fast. I wasn't the greatest at catching. Sometimes the ball would come so hard and fast that it'd knock the wind out of me.
Walking was not fast enough, so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we galloped. Galloping was not fast enough, so we sailed. Sailing was not fast enough, so we rolled merrily along on long metal tracks. Long metal tracks were not fast enough, so we drove. Driving was not fast enough, so we flew. Flying isn't fast enough for us. We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind.
It seems to me that most people are impressed with just three things: how fast you can play, how high you can play, and how loud you can play.
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