Personal Narrative: How Music Changed My Life

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Music isn't just enjoyment, it's so much more powerful than that. I like to imagine that the music we hear and play, is the way our souls sing. I stood waiting as it found me, it unclasped its arms, and I listened.
The sun’s energy was reflective that day. It radiated back to the hundreds of feet surrounding me, anticipating, filled with emotion, ready to hear. I was dressed for the occasion in my eagle tank top, Pink Floyd arm bandana, and black worn-out converse. Standing 10 ft away from the left side of the stage, a sudden wave of welcoming cries drowned my ears and surged passed me in all directions. The black screen occupying the stage suddenly came to life, and a coil of green neon rings began to ripple across it. The band walked onstage …show more content…

The reason I listen to a wide variety of music isn’t because I'm looking for inspiration, the music I listen to inspired me soon as I heard it. The songs my friends slowly begin to like, were songs I loved from the moment I heard them. My ear is its own life. Walking down the street or even on the subway, I can bet I hear different things than most. It's not that they do not hear it, most listen, but aren't truly engaged. The hiss of the train and clanking of the tracks under them isn't just noise for me, I hear the repetitive beat. The way the third rail shouts its screech of electricity, that blends through the constant clatter of the train wheels and axles against the tunnel floor. While outside awaits the array of melodies from car horns, to the shouts of everyday New Yorkers. The moments when the hundreds of rubber soles hit the concrete in perfect unison are unmistakably clear, if you just stop. The individual sounds are all waiting for us to piece them together It's all out there waiting for us to listen, from the loudest construction drill to the smallest ring of a jacket zipper. Love for some isn’t something seen, but listened to. I hear music, then I hear

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