When I was selected to play in the 2015 All-State honor band, my dream transpired. Since the seventh grade I have participated in jazz band along with concert band; I now play in my high school 's most selective jazz band. Humbled by my elite group members, I accept many improvisation solos to express my ideas and find my place among
Everything I do revolves around my music. I have been around music all my life, whether it was listening to it or playing it. I’m very passionate about music and I love playing an instrument. The instrument
Musical instruments are something many, but not enough, people hold dear to their hearts. Whether it’s playing in a formal orchestra after years of technical training or sounding out Christmas carols for the family, people tend to have a love for music. I have always had a love for playing the piano, since I began playing when I was six and still do today. Throughout my journey, I have learned many lessons that I can apply to my life overall. These lessons have also appeared in many works of literature, some of which we have read throughout the year.
Elen Vaquero #21551 November 10, 2017 Narrative Merrell/ Wood, 4th period The outsiders >>>WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME..... <<< ¨Hey uhm Ponyboy today we gotta rumble,are you okay,
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
This festival featured programs for Orchestra, Chamber Music and private instrument lessons. The Orchestra program in particular had two main orchestras: one designed for high school students and Sewanee Symphony, the highlight of the festival, designed for college and advanced high school students. Consequently, all of us wanted to be in that orchestra. Hence, I found myself practicing anywhere between 4 to 6 hours everyday in order to keep up with the competition and finally was rewarded with the opportunity to play with Sewanee Symphony. This experience absolutely planted the desire to pursue excellence in music and was the type of musical environment I wanted for myself in the future: a healthy competitive atmosphere where music is the most important
Teenage years are innately stressful, I needed to do what made me merry and jovial. I proceeded, grasping the grammar and vocabulary of jazz. Duke Ellington and Chick Corea were commonplace in my household; improvisation soon became a lifestyle. Our ensemble went on to garner consecutive state titles, even having featured me as a soloist my junior year. By then, I had developed into a solicitous and assured young adult, ready to face the unknown.
My journey as an instrumentalist began when
Prologue: I tossed and turned all night. Thunder boomed outside, and the wind roared against the trees. Then, I jolted upright at the sound of footsteps above me. "What was that?" I said to myself.
I walked out of my now ex-girlfriend’s house disappointed because I thought that this girl, Felicia, was the one. I walked out towards the road where my old car was sitting waiting for me to make the somewhat miserable drive back home. I stumbled into my car and began the drive down M-35 back to the small town of Norton, North Carolina. I couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong with Felicia to make her think that enough was enough. I knew I had to focus on the road, but I couldn’t because there were a million thoughts going through my head and I had tears in my eyes.
I walked into the room with mirrors all around me, the playing of soft music in the background, and the smell of sweat and hard work in the air. I know I'm in the right place. The counting 5,6,7,8 repeatedly followed by the hard thumbs on the shiny waxed brown wooden floor made by the perfectly pointed toes moving rhythmically to the music. The dancers don’t stop as I enter or even acknowledge my presence. Focus has taken over them and the determination to get it right is all that matters at this moment.
And despite my apprehensiveness about spending days on end merely sight reading and working on technical exercises, I found the practice sessions far from tedious. Rather, I was captivated by the notion that anyone, armed with some auditory aptitudes and relentless practice, could create a career for themselves in classical music performance. Although I had always considered music more of an amusing pastime than my lifelong calling, I began to see my enthusiasm in another context. My actual performance in Carnegie Hall far exceeded my expectations; I was wholeheartedly immersed in every note I executed and entirely stunned by the alluring melodies we were able to project into the auditorium. Not only was I proud of my performance, but when I returned home from Manhattan, I had a newfound tenacity when it came to
I stayed silent, not saying a word, for about two hours. Then I heard the old man lay back down in the bed. I stayed quiet until I heard a loud snore, which took about thirty minutes. I carefully entered the room, the snoring became louder and louder as I moved closer to his bed. I put down my lantern on his night stand that was right by his bed and opened it a little, just enough to see the old man sleep.
As I reflect on my choice in music, I discovered how my life experiences, family history, location, and social circle influenced my selection. The strongest influence on my musical preference is my family and out very interesting history. My mom was raised in a very urban part of Atlanta, she watched both of her parents be addicted to drugs and even witnessed her own brother be shot to death. As a result, my mom sheltered my brothers and I from anything that we steered us from the path that she considered “greatness.”
