A Quote by Thomas Beecham

The sound of a harpsichord - two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm. — © Thomas Beecham
The sound of a harpsichord - two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm.
On the mainland, a rain was falling. The famous Seattle rain. The thin, gray rain that toadstools love. The persistent rain that knows every hidden entrance into collar and shopping bag. The quiet rain that can rust a tin roof without the tin roof making a sound in protest. The shamanic rain that feeds the imagination. The rain that seems actually a secret language, whispering, like the ecstasy of primitives, of the essence of things.
While you might see a cat on a hot tin roof, a dog on a hot tin roof would be yowling its head off.
I played piano. I've always liked piano. My father played piano. Actually, to be fair, the sound of the harpsichord did annoy him a bit, and I thought, how can I annoy Dad? I'll play the harpsichord.
I mean to me, the harpsichord has a huge dynamic range. And I always say to people, come and listen to it. You know, come and listen. Come and actually experience this and realize there's good harpsichord playing, there's bad harpsichord playing. By the way, I am fun outside of this context.
Like a cat on a hot tin roof.
A tin roof is one of the greatest indicators of prosperity in the developing world.
The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.
Nothing's more determined than a cat on a hot tin roof.
I think I was drawn to the harpsichord because of the similarity of touch between the harpsichord and the tracker organ. When you press a key on the harpsichord, the pluck of the string gives a slight resistance similar to the feel of depressing a key on a tracker organ. Also, harpsichordists and organists use much less wrist and body motion than pianists, and we do not need the upper body muscles required by pianists.
When raindrops hit the tin roof it's crazy. That's a metaphor, did I lose you baby?
In 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,' I couldn't take my eyes off Judith Anderson as Big Mama.
Everybody's got skeletons in the closets. Every once in a while, you've got to open up the closet and the let the skeletons breathe. Half the time, the very thing you think is gonna destroy you or ruin you is the very thing that nobody cares about. My advice to people with skeletons is to dust them off every now and then-- as long as your closet's aint full of them. It's not good to have more than two or three.
This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I'd call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I'd take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor's room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.
I played Big Mama in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof when I was 20 years old at the University of Michigan.
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? - I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.
I played Big Mama in 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' when I was 20 years old at the University of Michigan.
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