Patti Smith
Patti Smith
Patricia Lee "Patti" Smith is an American singer-songwriter, poet, and visual artist who became a highly influential component of the New York City punk rock movement with her 1975 debut album Horses...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPunk Singer
Date of Birth30 December 1946
CityChicago, IL
CountryUnited States of America
color soul letters
Vowels are the most illuminated letters in the alphabet. Vowels are the colors and souls of poetry and speech. (1976 Penthouse interview)
certain music-is contribution
I am not really certain how original my contribution to music is as I am obviously an amateur.
loss desire emeralds
I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.
art children guitar
Eyeing the traffic circulating the lobby hung with bad art. Big invasive stuff unloaded on Stanley Bard in exchange for rent. The hotel is an energetic, desperate haven for scores of gifted hustling children from every rung of the ladder. Guitar bums and stoned-out beauties in Victorian dresses. Junkie poets, playwrights, broke-down filmmakers, and French actors. Everybody passing through here is somebody, if not in the outside world.
mistake drumming improvisation
You can't make a mistake when you improvise.
wish paper projects
I wish I could just project everything on the paper,
keys play circles
He dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in Woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. It didn't matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language.
dream fall color
What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.
children choices flannels
A lot of children don't have a developed aesthetic. I did. I made early choices in life, even about cloth; I liked flannel and not polyester.
love dream heaven
I walk alone, assaulted it seems, by tears from heaven.
art regret thinking
Patti, did art get us?' I looked away, not really wanting to think about it. 'I don't know, Robert. I don't know.' Perhaps it did, but no one could regret that. Only a fool would regret being had by art; or a saint.
distracted
Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.
whole knows universe
I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know.
memories glasses plates
I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates ...