The first time I heard this song was in first grade. I was lying in the hammock with my grandma and she played it on the speakers. I remember asking her why Vietnamese music was so depressing, but Vietnamese people weren’t. She told me that if you’re able to smile at depressing music then you must have found a bit of good in it. She also said to never let people know when you’re sad because attracting pity is shameful. My grandma said it was representative of all the firsts that come in and out of your life.
“You can’t change it, so try to be happy and if you can’t then smile and you’ll be halfway there,” she would oftentimes say. There are many firsts that bring me joy, but also many firsts that drag me down. On one hand, I remember my
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I broke it again 10 years later. Tiff was the first friend I ever had. I still remember my first day at Pre-school. I couldn’t speak English. I threw a chair across the room out of frustration because the teacher couldn’t understand me. I was sat down in a corner and put on timeout. Practically all the kids in school avoided me. Tiff was the only exception. She tried to talk to me and help me in class. We weren’t able to have a full conversation in English until second grade, but we were still friends through the whole process. Tiff was my first friend and my first crush. She was diagnosed with cancer when we were in 7th grade and shortly moved over to Arizona. We talked and video chatted two to three times a month. Her cancer got worse and had to be moved to the …show more content…
Why am I still living? I can’t help anyone. Sometime in Mid-November, Mr.Teter assigned me the task of finding a song that was meaningful to me and to write a paper on it. I wasn’t feeling it, so I planned to just open up my Itunes and write a bull shit paper on the first song that came up. Không đánh mà đau was the first song that played. The sounds of the two string fiddle and bamboo flute reminded me of my house in Vietnam. The traditional folk style instrumentals whispered in my ears to stop and listen. It was a gentle yet firm command. I listened to the song from the beginning to the end and sat there in front of my computer. My face drenched with tears. Giờ sao đổi thaу, quên tình xưa, quên cả hẹn thề. Why now have you changed your mind and forgotten all about the love and promises. That line bounced around in my mind until it hit a switch in a place that I haven’t been to in a
Whenever I play this song, I can’t help but remember my childhood. My parents struggled financially but, that was never an excuse for them. They always took my brothers and I out on small adventures. One of the most memorable memories I get when I play this song is when my parents would take us out to park to have a barbecue, while my brothers and I ran through the park till we became tired and hungry. Whenever I need a break from the world, I listen to this song just to remind myself of those special moments, even though those days won’t ever return, they are memories I will always treasure.
My older sister loved the marching band, so I always got dragged to their performances. I could not tell what was so appealing about it all; it consisted of walking on a field while playing instruments and flags being swung in the air. Participating in a marching band was never what I intended nor wanted to do. The idea bored me, but my mom insisted.
When asked how she knows when she is happy, she said, "I really only know when I am unhappy. I look forward to getting up early and staying occupied, and I volunteer as a mentor."
Which was no strange feeling to me since I turned to music to cope with whatever ailed me, because no matter what, a song, some headphones, and volume turned way too loud was always there. Returning to the supple age of ten, was a disconnect, mainly between the receptors in my brain that determine whether or not I get enough of the happy chemicals, but between what I am, and what I thought I was. I thought I was a kid like everyone else, I would be sad for no reason often, but moving many times, and having to be on my own for a large portion of my early to late teens, I thought it was how life was for most people in my situation. My situation was dreary at best, people bullied me extensively in middle school to high school, in the first string of serious relationships I had they all left because of some arbitrary meaning of what being happy should have been; coming to a peak on Valentines day of 2012, the first time I attempted suicide. Suicide is the focus of the song, how abandonment can lead to hopelessness and desperation to the point of the ultimate act of despair, death. “I guess I finally had the courage to go away. The promises we made were made hollowly. Sometimes you'd reassure me we'd be okay. But you'd always leave” (A Lot Like Birds. Kuroi Ledge. Equal Vision Records, 2013.
This song brings back happy memories of me and my sister. Sense i didnt see her much growing up, whenever we saw each other we would dance parties and my mom would paint our nails. This was our favorite song and we would play it over and over until everyone would get annoyed. It was a lot of fun and we still play this song sometimes when we see eachother now, its like a little memory of our childhood. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOHAogvC6c4
On Friday, April 14, I decided to go to BlueWhale jazz club in Little Tokyo, Downtown LA, which had a Jazz concert under the title “Anthony Fund featuring George Garzone”. I decided to google who is Anthony Fung who was a brilliant young drummer who was the same age as me, 23, I was very intrigued to attend. when I arrived at the Jazz Club the place was surprisingly packed. Me and my friends who I dragged along had to stand up for a while. the band has not yet started, there was only the drummer entertaining the audience. it seemed that Fung plays there often and he is quite popular. I scanned the audience to see what kind of people are there. It was my first time to attend a jazz concert, and since the beginning
“I’ve pretty much come to terms with it. I wouldn’t change it. I really would not change it,” she said. “All the years of suffering—it has made me a stronger person. It has made me who I am and I can’t regret 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.
We all have our favorite genera of music, one that we believe has shaped us. For me, my musical experience began while still in the womb. While I was still a fetus, my mother would play classical music for me every day. I believe that this experience has shaped the type of music that I listen to today. When I was a child, I remember having music playing but simply as background noise. As I grew up, music became more important to me. When I entered fourth grade, music becomes something more than background noise to me. To further indulge in my love for music, in fifth grade, I joined the chorus and band. I thought that since I enjoyed listening to music, I would also enjoy making music. Being a part of the chorus was short lived for me. I sang with them for about three months and then decided it was not for me. However, the same was not true
If someone had asked me back in sixth grade what my passion was, marching band would not have ever even crossed my mind. First of all because there is no marching band in sixth grade. Second, when I got into band in sixth grade, I was the worst French horn player in my section. I knew absolutely nothing reading music or playing and although I was still just learning, I always thought I had no chance to get better and that I would quit, but I didn’t. I stayed in the band and my opinions changed my freshman year of high school.
Whenever kids join band, they typically have their mind set on the instrument they want to play, and for me, this was percussion. In sixth grade we had the opportunity to join band, and become part of prestigious and successful group at our school. I dreamt of being the lead percussionist and leading the band by keeping the beat and making sure everyone was always together. I had my heart set on percussion ever since I was little, seeing my uncle play drums, banging his head around wildly, hitting drumsticks so hard they broke, and having so much fun with it; I wanted to have that much fun, too.
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
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
This song is an excellent example of the empowerment women and men may need occasionally. When someone is faced with a painful situation, people basically show two kinds of reaction: giving up or struggling. Those who decide to give up will usually keep complaining and blaming others for the situation they face. In contrast, those who decide to struggle, even though initially show almost the same reactions as the first group of people, they will finally choose to look at the good side of the situation they face. The process of being down, looking for the positives, and avoiding negative thoughts or feelings may be difficult but could ultimately result in the greatest gift of all, happiness.
When ever I was having a rough day or week I would play this song and soon enough it became a routine for me. Routines were nice especially at this time in my life and I would normally play this lovely song by Louis Armstrong on Mondays to start my week of right. As cheesy as it sounds verses like “I see them bloom, for me and you” and “I see friends shaking hands. saying how do you do? They’re really saying, I love you” can make you feel so much better and they show that Louis wasn’t just “thinking to himself”’ he wanted more then just himself to enjoy this wonderful world around us and not think so negatively. This song does so much more to me then a catchy beat to sing along to in the car or in the shower. To me it means that no matter how good or bad your life is right now, wake up each morning and be thankful that you still have one. That you have the ability to enjoy and observe those “Skies of blue” , “trees of green” and “the colors of the rainbow”. Yes, this song resonates with me on a different level then it may with others but Louis Armstrong did such a amazing job of making the meaning so sweet and straight to the point that really anyone can