Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Sir Timothy Miles Bindon "Tim" Riceis an English author and Academy Award, Golden Globe Award, Tony Award, and Grammy Award-winning lyricist. He is best known for his collaborations with Andrew Lloyd Webber, with whom he wrote Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Jesus Christ Superstar, and Evita; with Björn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson of ABBA, with whom he wrote Chess; for additional songs for the 2011 West End revival of The Wizard of Oz; and for his work for Walt...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionSongwriter
Date of Birth10 November 1944
It got to the point where I was afraid that I would have to wake up the following morning and think about what I was going to do next. To suddenly realize that everything was disappearing was incredibly frightening. We all loved the music we were making so much, but when you're dealing with things that were really personal to all of us, when you immerse yourself in the emotions we were writing about, it can't help but bring up bad things.
It happens that we DON’T SEE CHRIST AS GOD but simply the right man at the right time at the right place.
Prove to me that you're no fool Walk across my swimming pool.
Digital is a disaster. No digital radio has the correct time and they don't even agree with each other.
Chess is the only game greater than its players.
September is my favourite month, particularly in Cornwall. I felt, even as a child, that if you get a wonderful day in September, you think: This could be one of the last, the summer is nearly over. If you get a wonderful day in May, you think: So what, theres more coming.
I hate doing interviews. I get really bored talking about me.
I love trains. I dont even mind First Great Western, which is a stupid name because it implies every carriage is first class, but theyre not.
I have a fear of doing stuff thats not very good and being remembered for that.
See my eyes - are they safe? Are they even sane?
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind me shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down where will I be? Back where I started.
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally. Perfect situations must go wrong. But this has never yet prevented me wanting far too much for far too long.
No one in your life is with you constantly. No one is completely on your side.
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool in my position? Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions. Hopes became needs, lovers possessions. Then they move in, oh so discretely. Slowly at first, smiling too sweetly. I opened doors, they walked right through them. Called me their friend, I hardly knew them... Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Times have been good, fast, entertaining. But what's the point if I'm concealing not only love, all other feeling.