My Music: A Dying Study

The arts are a dying study in today’s society. The arts allow humans to escape their shells and fully express themselves. In jazz, I find myself altering a piece of music to my liking. The “bleeps and swoops” in my playing depict emotions that I may not be able to convey in person. I feel that I can be rather quiet and reserved, but with a horn in hand, the gates which hold back the seas of emotion open and allow the currents to flow. It is quite magical and many are deprived of this.

My emotions at any given moment seem to dictate what direction I take in my portrayal of a piece of music. I do not simply read a piece of music, but I provide a story. My music is a narrative with a plot, conflict, and resolution. I include motifs and symbols

to captivate the listener. I include multiple points of inflections to not only mirror my emotions, but to make the music more enjoyable. If I speed up abruptly, I am excited and energized. If I play slow and heartfelt, I am undergoing anguish and pain.
When I listen to classical music, I analyze everything the composer does. Then, I add my twists and attempt to convert the piece into jazz. The freedom that I get when I play music is what is most enjoyable. Although my alterations sometimes lead to the destruction of the masterpiece, I find solace in creating my own interpretation. This process is much like a puzzle. It is very challenging, but it is the “outside of the box thinking” which entices me.
When people ask me why I involve myself in multiple music programs even though they are--by far-- the most time consuming activities at school, I respond by saying: “I love music.” Music speaks for me when my voice fails to do so.