My love for music has kept me afloat through many tribulations throughout my life. When I was younger I was fascinated with the concept of music theory. This love led me to play recorder, piano, and now guitar. I love the freedom that music allows one when composing an original piece. There are so many genres and aspects of music to choose that one can never be bored. With my music, I feel I am able to paint a vivid story of my life. As the notes carry my thoughts and passions, I am able to share my hopes and dreams with anyone who would stop and listen. I hope to improve my skills in the future and work on sharing my love for music with others. There's no better feeling than composing and preforming ones own
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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
Prior to birth, my mother and my siblings were living in north Nashville. Their interest in music was between R&B and 90s rap. The rap music kind of discussed growing up in a rough neighborhood and it was easily relatable for them because that neighborhood was not the best. My mother was working multiple jobs to take care of her then three kids. As a single mother, music was sort of an outlet that expressed the emotions she was feeling. When she finished her exhaustingly long day she would enjoy listening to some soothing R&B. Mary J. Blige, LL Cool J, and SWV were a few of her favorite artists.
In conclusion, my passion is music I am music. There is nothing else in life I rather be doing weather it is playing every key on a piano, or being compared to the great Mozart in a ceremony one day. There is nothing else I rather
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
A song marked my world.Those 4 minutes and 15 seconds changed my life. Before I start this song, I want to apologize in anything that I have offended you know that’s hard for me to say my dearest treasure today fulfilling 15 years of being here. That special waltz my father and I danced at my Quinceanera marked me forever. I realized womanhood was here as soon as the song finished. Today I leave my childhood behind and go from being a little girl to a young woman. Is this really happening? Am I ready for this? What’s this feeling that I'm feeling? As that song begins to play, all those beautiful memories - memories of being his little girl, - memories that I will never forget come back. When he would hold me as I was feeling down, telling me
I have done acting, musical theater, singing, dancing, cheer, gymnastics, pottery, drawing, acting and video editing. To me music is another way of expressing the way I feel. I can't explain how much I love music because music has so much meaning to me. Whether i am happy, upset, sad or calm i love to listen to music because it makes me feel free, it calms me down, it makes me more excited and music even makes my day.
I always wanted to play guitar. From the time I was a mere child. My grandpa bought me a toy guitar with a white palomino horse on it - I believe there's a picture of it on my website. I asked him "how do I play it" and he mimiced the sound of a "tres" a doubled-three-stringed guitar that is used in traditional Cuban music. I couldn't figure it out but I tired.
For the extended leave of absence I took from Berklee College of Music, I continuously practiced my music in every direction that I could. I studied theory, orchestration, forms, fugues, combination of timbres, electronics, mixing, mastering, and above all else, composition. Even if I was working in South Korea or the US, I never stopped making music. Even if I did not have enough financial support to go to school, I never lost hope. However, after working for 4 years outside of school, I yearn to learn in an environment where I can focus solely on music and nothing else.
Music has been for me a way of sharing, communicating, a source of income and a never ending search for
Music has a strong and varied effect on many people’s lives. Anything from a tool to change moods to a form of entertainment. Music has always been a big part of my life from the time I was born. I grew up in a musical family, my mom was in chorus and played the piano, my father played the trumpet and my sister is a percussionist. When I was nine years old, I began to play the violin and I believe it changed my life for the better. To learn an instrument, it takes dedication, focus and willingness to discipline yourself. My violin taught me how to practice not only for music but with everyday tasks in life. Memorizing a piece, helped me memorize certain thing for academic classes. The discipline to learn an instrument taught me to never give
I love photography as much as I love pop culture. My love for pop culture is what got me into photography. Lets think back to Lauren Conrad and Teen Vogue, circa mid 2000s ,that’s when I decided that I wanted to do something creative career wise .
As I sum up my thoughts on how my first foray into the music education profession affected my teacher leadership ability, I must restate that I was bless to not have received an easier placement for my first job. Granted, it would have made the transition from college to career a little easier as I may have been able to use more of the standard, book-based methodologies and content that many of my veteran teachers or fellow colleague in music education were able to use for their own respective programs. Thus, the direct influence on my teacher self-efficacy as well as my skill sets and confidence in my roles as a teacher leader may have been drastically different. However, I had the opportunity to constantly have my feet in the fire so I could
Memories are wonderful things. Oh! How amazing our brain cells are, letting us learn, experience, and remember. The most graceful time I had since I have gone through a tragedy since 2013. I was at peace and loved and enjoyed and complained about a moment I will never forget. For times, music has been a great blessing and companion throughout my life since I started two specific paths of music in 2003. The two choices I was given was piano and violin.
“C D E. E D C. C D E F. F E D C,” my eight year old voice sang as I practiced playing the piano with my right hand. My fingers were tense and scared. They squirmed like skinny little snakes, trying to listen to their snake charmer. In this case, the snake charmer was my mind, but just like the snakes, my mind was young and unprepared. The keys seemed wrong and foreign. The glossiness of the keys made my sweaty fingers slip. I winced at the sound of the wrong note. I remember looking up at my piano teacher, who smelled strongly of rotten apples. It was my first piano lesson, and I had butterflies in my stomach. They fluttered around trying to be free, trying to escape. “Okay, stop.” She smiled kindly down at me, but no matter how kind she spoke, I felt like I had failed her. It was my first lesson and I sucked. “I am not going to assign you the first song; I want you to work on moving your fingers. Press your thumbs down on a flat surface and run the rest of the fingers down one at a time.” I did what she asked. I worked hard, I practiced. I sat on the piano bench where my feet didn’t touch the floor and I exercised my fingers. I wanted to be good so I worked hard.
Throughout my life, I was accustomed to excelling at everything I did. I always had good grades, did well in sports, and was a top musician. Music is the most important thing in my life, and I was always naturally talented. When I experienced failure in my sophomore year District solo audition, it destroyed my confidence. However, it was a huge wake-up call and allowed me to grow and improve greatly.