Any effects created before 1975 were done with either tape or echo chambers or some kind of acoustic treatment. No magic black boxes!

I was 17 and just learning what high fidelity was, what good sound was, and learning the mechanics of tape machines. It was a real education, going right from the consumer end to the record factory.

Immediately after the Floyd experience, I became a pop record producer.

I had the honor of speaking with Asimov. The album ended up being something not directly related to Asimov, but related instead to the concept of the power of robotics.

I started in a research lab for TV cameras, then I worked at a tape duplication facility. That was the first introduction for me to recorded music and hi-fi.

The Sicilian Defense album was never released and never will be if I have anything to do with it. I have not heard it since it was finished. I hope the tapes no longer exist.

In Russia we had to have special visas in our passports, and when we had to show our passports at the Kremlin gates, we realized that, Oh my God, we're actually playing in THE Kremlin!

The Dark Side of the Moon is a fine album with a textural and conceptual richness that not only invites, but demands involvement. There is a certain grandeur.

I'm delighted about the track's success in the sports world, but the frustrating thing is, I don't think I got rich on it. The labels and publishers did very cheap deals on our songs.

Any effects created before 1975 were done with either tape or echo chambers or some kind of acoustic treatment. No magic black boxes!

Folk rock was my real roots. I did a few gigs as a folk artist, in the style of Fairport Convention.

The Dark Side of the Moon has flash - the true flash that comes from the excellence of a superb performance.

In France, you can sell a lot, but nobody outside of France ever hears of it.

That Beatle euphoria has always been there, and it's hard to be in a room with a Beatle and try to be totally natural. You never shake that off.

My romantically favorite era is 78, 79 listening to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 4, the live tapes, echo chamber and break beats.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world.

It seems that laughter needs an echo.

I take it for granted that you do not wish to hear an echo from the pulpit nor from the theological class-room.

The intention was to shoot short films that can exist as shorts independently, but when I put them all together, there are things that echo through them like the dialogue repeats; the situation is always the same, the way they're shot is very simple and the same.

Translation is at best an echo.

I will offer a choice, not an echo.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

To me, there is nothing better than me going into the studio with a live band and hearing those violins and that echo and that sound. I mean I loved it.

This is Port of Spain to me, a city ideal in its commercial and human proportions, where a citizen is a walker and not a pedestrian, and this is how Athens may have been before it became a cultural echo.

When you're singing you can hear the echo of people in the audience singing every single word with you, and that was that big dream that I had for myself. It's happening.

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

If you're in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Sublimity is the echo of great mind.

It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

The sports world is an echo chamber. All it takes is one quote from a general manager and a thousand sports columns bloom.

What passes for real debate in Washington often seems more like an echo chamber, with politicians talking at politicians.

Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all.

You arrive at a village, and in this calm environment, one starts to hear echo.

As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.

An appeal to fear never finds an echo in German hearts.

We incorporate various electronic devices - the echo plugs and things like that. Actually, all we're trying to do is make that sound musical. As opposed to just making sounds, we do musical things with them.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

Any effects created before 1975 were done with either tape or echo chambers or some kind of acoustic treatment. No magic black boxes!

I don't like to talk much with people who always agree with me. It is amusing to coquette with an echo for a little while, but one soon tires of it.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.