A skinny, shaggy haired, glasses wearing eight years old boy leapt into his Mom’s car one day as she was putting a new CD into the small slot in the middle of the dashboard. He thought it was going to be that country music his Dad always listened to that he hated but, suddenly this loud crunching sound, as if someone was grinding soft nails on a chalkboard, came over the speakers. A rush came over him causing him to jump up and down and start singing along at the top of his lungs. This loud, crunchy sound that at the time sounded to him almost like a lion roaring to protect her cub, was a band named “Aerosmith.” That eight year old boy was me and my growing mind sparked with an interest in music and my journey into the music world began. My first attempt at playing guitar happened one day when a skateboarding, guitar playing high school boy who was in a band called “Hot Caution,” which I first thought was called “Hot Pockets,” let me play his guitar. Since he didn’t use picks he gave me a soda can tab and I had no idea what to do even to make a sound, so I just vigorously …show more content…
I was sitting in a dark lonely corner in the gym where I wasn’t the center of attention, holding my guitar and staring at my amp when it was my turn to perform. My guitar amp had many settings on it and I wasn’t exactly sure how to work all of the controls yet. When I began playing my solo this deep rumbling sound came out of my amp when I played a high note and I realized that somehow an octave setting, two octaves below the note I was trying to play, got turned on, so I just rolled with the flow and kept going, hoping no one would notice. The audience still roared and clapped and enjoyed my performance. After my performance I was upset with myself for letting that happen but proud that I didn’t give up, remembering my karate instructor’s moto: never quit, keep going and give it your best
His people back home knows exactly who and what he is talking about in most of his songs that’s why every time he goes home him and the homies make a joke about it. Making it out the hood was a goal for him growing up and that’s what he did made it out. I look up to him personally one day I would like to go to one of his concerts to see how it feels like to be in the atmosphere. Having the gift to just be able to write poetry and turn it into wonderful music is just amazing that’s why he’s one of my favorite rappers because not all rappers catch my attention with their music.
The night was young times were crazy and it was only the beginning of my senior year. It was still warm out and it still felt like summer; we didn’t know that we could have this much fun in one night, but we knew we were going to have fun no matter what. My first concert had to be one of the best nights of my life and one of my most favorite nights of my life during my senior year. It all began when my buddy Alex Kramper decided to give me a phone call and wanted to know if I wanted to go to an Imagine Dragons concert at the Verizon Wireless Amplifier Theater for only twenty bucks, I responded with a hell yeah, the concert was only in a weak. So we figure everything out and and figure that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me are going to the concert, the next day we meet at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise threw St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and do my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all...
Music is a funny thing. I’ve listened to music all my life, thousands of songs, hundreds of artists. But only a few stick out; like my first real album (Tiffany’s self titled release. What ever happened to her?), or my first alternative album (the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Blood Sugar Sex Magik: I bought it on tape when I was 14 and listened to it so much that it wore out). Only one has become a part of who I am, the Dave Matthews Band’s Crash. Somewhere between its "So Much To Say" and "Proudest Monkey" my indifferent hearing turned into awareness, and I stopped listening with just my ears and started listening with my heart.
I was in the car with my best friend Hannah with her sitting passenger and I was in the driver’s seat. We were talking and laughing, having a great time without a care in the world. My stereo was on and playing was my favorite CD: Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots. We were on our way to a friend’s house and couldn’t wait to get there. The traffic started to slow us down but we didn’t let that damper our mood.
“Music is my religion.” Jimi Hendrix put a common feeling into the most relatable of words. Music is a uniting force; it brings people together emotionally and physically. People subscribe to the beliefs and lyrics of their favorite artists and performersas if they were a higher power. There is no better experience for a musician’s disciples than a live concert. For decades fans have followed bands and singers, to numerous shows and tours and around the world. In few instances this following gets out of hand, and the mere appearance of the star causes chaos, mobs and physical illness among fans. This special hysteria is brought about by none other than a boy band.
I was born and raised in that small town off of Lake Michigan. I used to go to that lake and spend the whole day there walking on the beach and swimming in the cool waves on a hot summers day. I would sometimes go there with my guitar and play while I sang. One time I accidentally left the case open and people stopped to listen when I finished some people through money in. It was then I knew this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Of corse I was only eleven and no one believed me, but I was sure. So I Began writing music, lyrics, art. When ever I wrote a new song would come to the lake and sit, my guitar case open and play. And somedays I was lucky and made a buck; one time I made a whole dollar and a half.
We went and shopped around Portland to pass time for the next day to come faster. I played at 3:00 PM. I woke up that next morning and got dressed into my performing clothes. That consisted of black slacks, black button up shirt, and a black tie. I arrived at Lewis and Clark College and found where I was going to be performing. I was performing in Miller Hall Rm. 201. I arrived about three hours early too see where I was suppose to be and get used to the feeling of the building. When it was time to get ready and performed I walked into the auditorium and handed the judges my three original copies. I walked up on stage and waited for the announcer to say my contestant number and say when to go. At state you only have ten minutes to perform your solo, otherwise they cut you off and let you go. I started performing and I got this weird feeling I wasn't nervous or anything. I was just content and ready to own the performance. After I finished performing I walked off stage and collected the copies and walked out of the room. At this point I was nervous and wanting to know how I placed. My family and I met up with some friends that were performing at state also and we walked around and waited some more until five 'O clock for
I was practicing the routine for my opening act, for the Broadway musical "The Sound of music." I am an actress playing the lead role of the main character Maria. My director Jane Marshall says," Barbara, you only have twenty minutes until your performance." My only chance to start a satisfying reputation for myself and please the audience. As I listened to those words come out of my directors mouth, that's when it dawned on me. I will only have one chance to do it right. I wouldn't want to cause any disarrays.
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
It was a muggy Sunday morning; I walked out of my bedroom and smelled the thick aroma of pancakes cooking. In the distance I heard the radio going but just pushed it aside like it was nothing. My mom was singing when I got into the kitchen, singing along with a man named Elvis. At the time I had no idea who this crazy man was and why he sounded so interesting. I remember that day like it was yesterday, she was so happy and cheerful nothing could bring her down. I saw how that music mad her and how it changed her attitude towards life and music. My mom said that she liked the different types of music that he combined together, to make the unique melody that everyone fell in live with. My moms interest soon became mine, starting to incorporate music into my everyday life. I stared to listen to new music that no one else was familiar with because it might have been just a little bit out of the normal range in some people’s views, but I loved it. But nothing compares to the sweet sound of Elvis Presley.
On Friday, July 10th, 2015, I drove to the 6th Street to the Metronome Coffee in Tacoma to see a performance of young musician. Performer’s name was Tyler Shockey, and he played and sang by himself. After listening to his few songs, I learned that his songs do not have many lyrics, and he mainly played on electric piano and drums. The electric piano had many different sounds, and Tyler amazingly played many instruments and even sang at the same time. His music was pleasant and easy to listen, and some of songs were in slow tempo with few words of lyrics. However, the place was a little bit small for the music so it might have sounded loud for some people. On the other hand, I felt like the singer was expressing his feelings
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
At the age of ten, my parents decided that I should learn how to play an instrument. In addition, they also chose which instrument I should learn, the guitar. I had no interest in learning the guitar, because all I wanted to spend my leisure time on was improvising my soccer skills. However, my parents believed soccer was a waste of my precious time, time which I should be using to focus on school and expanding my brain by taking on a difficult task, such as learning to play music. This was contrary to what I believed, but I had to do it or else my parents would be displeased. Therefore, the following week, I began taking guitar lessons.
It was in eighth grade when my father made me started to listen to Johnny Cash. His music was old at my age, but his guitar made me fall in love with his music. It was right then that I decided to play the guitar, both acoustic and electric. When I got my first guitar, the new smell of wood spread across my room as I opened my guitar case. I could barely lift up my first time. My little body was covered by the size of the guitar. The strings felt thin on my little hands and my ears were filled with magic when I played it. With time I discovered that the guitar opened new things into my world. This instrument has dominated the way we make and listen to music. The guitar is one of the most versatile instruments in