Quotes by Record Producers

These spider webs are my home now
Beck
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it.
Eminem
Lonesome tearsI can't cry them anymoreI can't think of what they're forOh they ruin me every timeBut I'll try to leave behind some daysThese tears just can't eraseI don't need them anymoreHow could this loveEver turningNever turn its eye on meHow could this loveEver changingNever change the way I feelLazy sun your eyes catch the lightWith the promises that mightCome true for awhileOh I'll ride farther than I shouldHarder than I couldJust to meet you thereHow could this loveEver turningNever turn its eye on meHow could this loveEver changingNever change the way I feel
Beck
I think records were just a little bubble through time and those who made a living from them for a while were lucky. There is no reason why anyone should have made so much money from selling records except that everything was right for this period of time. I always knew it would run out sooner or later. It couldn't last, and now it's running out. I don't particularly care that it is and like the way things are going. The record age was just a blip. It was a bit like if you had a source of whale blubber in the 1840s and it could be used as fuel. Before gas came along, if you traded in whale blubber, you were the richest man on Earth. Then gas came along and you'd be stuck with your whale blubber. Sorry mate – history's moving along. Recorded music equals whale blubber. Eventually, something else will replace it.
Brian Eno
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses draw your sword." And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor,go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.
Dennis Lambert
What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?
Freddie Mercury