When I was a kid, I had a guitar. I also had a piano; I played violin, viola, and cello. I played the recorder and briefly remember playing the xylophone. Though I loved music, I had dreams of being a singer. That is until my childhood crush told me I couldn’t sing. We were in the 3rd grade and I started attending this school in the 2nd grade. He said I didn’t sound good in the 2nd grade, but I got better. From that day on, I never wanted to pursue music again.
But I can’t stop listening to music. I work part-time at a library that specializes in performing arts. I am surrounded by music, even when I am not allowed to indulge. I can’t stop writing music in my hundreds of notebooks. I have my earbuds playing music wherever I go. I am one of those people that despite hating the music the radio plays, I know every word to every song on every station practically. When I don’t know a song, I am using every song-search engine to find it.
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I tell my mom, “I can sing exactly like Lauryn Hill,” and looking back on it that is a tough act to beat especially for a 4 year old.
‘Care for me, care for me. I know you care for me. There for me, there for me. Said you’d be there for me. Cry for me, Cry for me. You said you’d die for me! Give to me, give to me, why won’t you live for me?’ I remember my mom saying in response to me singing my heart out,
Music is a large consumption of my daily life and the artists I listen to have shaped me in some way. Listening to music is one of my most time
Music has always been one of things I excelled in. In elementary school it was required to be in music but second in 5th grade you have the option to be in band. I was in band for 6 years before I stopped and I went to 5 honor bands. I played tenor saxophone and was 2nd chair all six years. Jazz band was something we had in middle school and high school. We had 2 jazz bands in middle school. Jazz one was for 8th graders and jazz two was 7th grade. I played in both. My first year I played tenor 1 and 2 and the second year I played baritone saxophone. My 9th grade year I played only tenor one. We didn’t have to audition but the students who plays that instrument normally would have first say in who gets 1st, 2nd and sometimes 3rd part. That
Nothing lasts forever. Everything, whether good or bad has to come to an end. But people do say that sounds and voices do not die. Melodies we hear in our life lives on for generations and ever after. No matter who we are or wherever we come from; in whichever situation we were in, at some point of our lives, we have come across certain melodies that still live in our heart. And I am no different from others. There are certain musical pieces that have not only influenced my life, but have made a significant impact to change me for the better.
My parents were not pleased with my obsession with music. At first they humored me by listening to my songs but when i neared the end of my junior year i was sixteen and they thought they should put an end to my futile and irrational dream of being a musician. They thought I should focus more on my studies. They wanted me to be a nurse like my mother, and work in the hospital I was born at with my dad, Dr. Lawrence E. Roberts, and my mom, nurse Robbin M. Roberts. It was then I knew what I had to do; the year was 1964 I figured hell it was time I ran my own life.
When I was in elementary school, State Road always had assemblies and invited people to come perform for the students. During one assembly we walked down to the cafeteria and when I got down there I saw the High School Jazz Band. After listening to the sweet music I felt inspired and I wanted to learn how to play an instrument one day in the Jazz Band. In middle school I learned how to play the trumpet and wanted to become a good musician so I practiced and worked on my tonality. When I finally got to symphonic band in high school I was nervous because I knew I was one step closer to being in the Jazz Band.
Music has always been an important part of my life. Upon entering the fifth grade, my parents bought me a flute, at my insistence. After moderate success playing the flute, I saw greener grass on the other side of the musical fence. Singing just had to be easier than making music with a long metal pipe. My perception and reality did not exactly match. Singing has its own subtleties and complexities which are not readily apparent to the casual observer. Abandoning the flute for singing, I began taking voice lessons in the tenth grade. My voice teacher was very experienced and encouraged me to pursue my interest in music beyond high school. After much deliberation, I decided to major in voice during college. This path would be fraught with unforeseen difficulties and exciting challenges.
Lieberman, E. J. “This is Your Brain on Music: The Science of a Human Obsession.” Library Journal 131.12 (2006): 96-7. ProQuest. Web. 26 Nov. 2013
From trying to avoid awkward conversations at South Village of the campus of Florida Gulf Coast University to my home, the rhythm of music keeps on playing. Whether it be relaxing in the comfortable setting of my house or entering a party, music keeps playing. Personally, music is an instrument that allows me to connect with particular moments or experiences that have taken place in my life. Music titles such as “Young Dumb and Broke” by Khalid, “Happy” by Pharrell Williams and “Unforgettable” by French Montana. These songs have a profound impact on my daily life.
After learning how to talk, I found that singing was something I really enjoyed. Music has helped me to express myself. I have
I am a music student. In the world of music you hear a lot about talent. However, I am not a talented musician. What I want to end up doing in my life is teaching music to middle and high school students. Music for me is fun, it makes me happy, I enjoy doing it, it’s what I spend eighty percent of my time doing now that I’m a music major. Sometimes though, music makes me want to cry, to lay in bed for no reason for hours, makes me feel like I am worth nothing, and reminds me that music isn’t even that practical of a career choice but still every single person who plays an instrument is better than me. These are the times whenever I remember I’m not talented.
Music has absolutely been an enormous part of my life and who I am. However,
The Musician: Not your thing? Honey, listen to me, music is most definitely your thing. You can't escape it. As the volume goes up, your soul goes under, submerged in tone and rhythm and rubato (if you're lucky). It takes over your breath.
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
Music has always been a big part of my life. Music is not just a bunch of melodies, rhythms, and vibrant sounds. It is a comfort to me. The lyrics of a song challenge my intellect and the rhythms and beats affect my emotions. Music understands me when people don’t. At times it takes me back to an event in my life or even in history. Both consciously and subconsciously my mind remembers the emotions that are attached to a certain song. It can make me feel on top of the world or the complete opposite; music can change the atmosphere and also set the mood. Music has power over my human soul. It soothes it. I cannot imagine not having music to listen to. It is a powerful force and my love for it is incredible.
At the age of ten, my parents decided that I should learn how to play an instrument. In addition, they also chose which instrument I should learn, the guitar. I had no interest in learning the guitar, because all I wanted to spend my leisure time on was improvising my soccer skills. However, my parents believed soccer was a waste of my precious time, time which I should be using to focus on school and expanding my brain by taking on a difficult task, such as learning to play music. This was contrary to what I believed, but I had to do it or else my parents would be displeased. Therefore, the following week, I began taking guitar lessons.