Every day I paint, and every day I compose music.

I make music almost, like, every day. But I don't release a lot of music.

Music is everywhere - you consume it every day, everywhere you go. The content creator should be compensated. It's only fair.

I first started playing the violin at 6. And then at 7, it was piano. So from then it was just classical music like every day.

We like music, we pretty much collect it, but I'm not geeky about it, although I'm usually in the record shop nearly every day.

Music will always be there. I own a piano. I have it in my apartment. I play it every day, and I have a lot of musician friends who I play with.

When I buy lots of records, I stop making music - it's detrimental to the creative side. When I'm DJing a lot, it's just basically partying every day.

There's so much stuff that you see every day that you want to talk about, but I'm not the type to open up, so the only way I could open up is through music.

I'd be making beats pretty much every day after school and it just grew and grew. I wasn't precious about my music. I just loved creating and putting stuff out there.

I listen to the Mars Volta and Fiona Apple every day. I feel if you do write music, you write what you listen to, and you couldn't possibly write in another genre. So those are the two that I usually use.

There's music every day. I don't think I could write without it. Not that I listen while I'm writing. It's more hearing a piece of music that I want to somehow convert into prose, as a creative inspiration.

I'm just trying to be an example for all the young artists that are becoming artists every day and working on their craft and trying to help them avoid the pitfalls of the upper management in music and the non-music side of music.

Adaptability is crucial to working on Glee because every day is adapting to something. Because we're doing a different genre of music, doing a different type of scene with a different scene partner, recording and dance rehearsals... no day is like another.

We didn't sit around the dining table talking about Madam Walker, but the silverware that we used every day had her monogram on it and our china for special occasions had been Madam Walker's china... and the baby grand piano on which I learned to read music had been in A'Lelia Walker's apartment in Harlem during the Harlem Renaissance.

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