All art really does is keep you focused on questions of humanity, and it really is about how do we get on with our maker.
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And I saw the sax line-up that he had behind him and I thought, I'm going to learn the saxophone. When I grow up, I'm going to play in his band. So I sort of persuaded my dad to get me a kind of a plastic saxophone on the hire purchase plan.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the inspiration and determination to pursue a passion for music.
David Bowie shares how witnessing a saxophone performance ignited his desire to learn the instrument and play in a band, illustrating the profound impact of artistic influences on personal aspirations. It highlights the importance of role models in fostering ambition and creativity from a young age, demonstrating how exposure to art and music can shape one's dreams and career choices.
Themes
SaxophoneMusicInspirationAspirationDreams
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a music education seminar to inspire young musicians.
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