`Fake Love Recipe
Music a part of me, memories splashed across the notes of my life. Wrapped in a rhythm, and kept with a beat. My emotions tucked in measures of composition, and words of free flowed tears, or happy warm hugs, and smiles. Each song is a remembrance of pain, anguish, love, fun sorrow, regret, and happiness. Sometimes all at the same time, yet songs have captured it in their elements.
First song memory begins on a dance floor at Bear River High 's commons area. It is red and white, a beautiful elegant girl is standing in front of me, and together we are dancing to the song 'say something ' by a great big world. It was the last song for that dance, and my heart during it was freely open. I felt the weight of the world escaping from me, and nothing mattered except the moment, time froze in the dimension. I looked at her, and hoped she liked me back. My mind rushes often to that dance floor, it is the first time I really felt that I liked someone, and someone liked me back. I didn 't know much about her, but I did know I loved the way she looked, and presently that song is a reminder that my future self wishes she would say something, because I am giving up on her. I have given up,
The girl she was special to me, and I wrote about fifteen poems about her, and our love. I truly thought in my fantasy mind she was the one and only. Absolutely it wasn 't reality, but surely the perception of my teenage imagination. I loved this girl, and I didn 't want to love somebody else. 'I don 't wanna love somebody else ', by great big world ', to the day I will listen to that song, and think of her. Ponder the memories I have with her, of all our dances, and the times I have talked to her. These memories are figments of love that most likely will never be shared with another human being while I am in my teenage state. Beyond that state there seems to be another world where I can let her
If one were to look back into the world’s history, one would find that an important and consistent element is the world of music. Music has presented itself in various forms throughout its spread and through our identification of its magical realm, people have been fortunate enough to come across a means of relation. Whether it is blues and reggae or rap and pop rock, there is music out there for everyone. Music can serve as a stabilizer for some, a relaxant to others, and to many a form of inspiration.
when I was four. 10 whole years together. From the time we were little we have done everything together go to school, Church, park. I mean we spend countless hours together our families are very close. The thing that gets me away from anything is singing I joined the church choir when I was 9 years old. Singing is what gets me away from reality no matter how much money others have or how much society accepts them it can’t give them a voice. I find
For my solo performance, I sang a piece named ‘I remember’ in the Musical Theatre genre. My piece was written by composer and lyricist, Stephen Sondheim who wrote both the musical score and the lyrics of the song. This song was written, along with several others, for the show ‘Evening Primrose’, a musical based on a short story, written by John Collier, which was published in the 1951 collection ‘Fancies and Goodnights’. It tells the story of a poet, Charles Snell, who takes refuge from the world by hiding out in a department store after closing. Once there, he meets a community of night people who live in the store and falls in love with a beautiful young girl named Ella. In this particular song, character Ella Harkins – originally played by Charmain Carr – reminisces about the outside world and all the memories she has from when she was younger and out in the open. It was written specifically for the television anthology series ABC Stage 67 and first aired in the US on November 16th 1966. It was later adapted into a stage show. I chose this song as it was requested by my
Everything started a few years ago. It was a warm and beautiful night in Africa; the dark blue sky was full of stars… and those were the last things I remember before I woke up in a cold and wet floor. I do not know where I was, or why I my hands were tight behind my back.
I looked forward to our time together and our relationship grew quickly. She loved to paint, read, and surprise me with her paintings. She encouraged me to work harder in school and to try new things rather than doing the same things day after day. Consequently, last year I took Painting I and
Her love may not have been the greatest love of all time, but it was still love.
Franz Liszt once said "Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words. If music has one advantage over the other media through which a person can represent the impressions of the soul, it owes this to its supreme capacity to make each inner impulse audible without the assistance of reason. Reason, after all, is restricted in the diversity of its means and is capable only of confirming or describing our affections, not of communicating them directly in their full intensity. To accomplish this even approximately, reason must search for images and comparisons. Music, on the other hand, presents at once the intensity and the expression of feeling. It is the embodied and intelligible essence of feeling, capable of being apprehended by our senses. It permeates them like a dart, like a ray, like a mist, like a spirit, and fills our soul." Music has been passed down from generation to generation to show an audience beauty and associate with their emotions. My violin teacher Brunilda Myftaraj once stated that I could play violin all day without ending and I would feel empty, she advised that unless I connect with my audience than the music I’m playing has no exquisiteness and means nothing to no-one. My teacher said a respectable performance is one in which the audience is drawn into the beauty of the playing and adores the music so much that they effortlessly remember the music performed. For my capstone I wanted to answer the question on how 2 different types of music can affect the memory of teenagers and young adults. The majority of studies done by the University’s and non-profit organizations all ask how music affects memory of ...
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
Music is far more than the sum of its parts. It can be thought of in a highly mathematical sense, which leaves one in awe of the seemingly endless combinations of rhythm, tone and intervals that a good musician can produce. Admiring music in this way is a lot like admiring an intricate snowflake, or shapes in the clouds; it's beautiful, but at the same time very scientific, based on patterns. All of the aforementioned qualities of music have one thing in common: they can be defined with numeric, specific values. However, the greatest aspect of music lies elsewhere, and cannot be specifically defined with words. It is the reaction that each individual has when they are confronted with their favorite (or least favorite) kind of music.
I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
What does music mean to you? Music is something that has been around for many years. It started out as just some drums and a few instruments, but has changed a lot over time. The dictionary defines music as “an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.” When I think of music I think of it has a story combined with instrumental sounds. Over the years, it has changed so much, some for the good and the bad. There are many different types of music and different emotions it will bring.
I look up at the tall, pretty tree. I toddle my way past the kitchen sink, past the table, and all the way across the room to the big, black piano. The piano was so pretty and shiny. One day, I told myself, when I was bigger, I will learn how to play music on the big piano. I climb up on top of the piano bench, on top of the keys, and onto the very top of the piano, and sit down so that my legs were swinging ...
Music, a form of art, made up of unique and special sounds containing elements of pitch and rhythm can powerfully soothe one’s soul. Firstly, there are different types of music, and each has its own features. These sounds and features are what I admire in music because to me it creates a new form of communication to one’s consciousness. It stimulates our mind and gives it a sense of harmony and peace through the hardships that life poses for us. As a kid, I would always listen to music from any genre, deciding which genre would complement me the most as I grew older. In middle school, I remember going on the computer and finding a website/program where I could make my own beats. From that day on, I spent countless of hours each day making sure the tune sounded proper and pleasurable for my ears. At first, it wasn’t good, but eventua...
At first, one of the best memories is when I saw my love for the first time. I saw her at the American embassy in my country Bangladesh. She went to the embassy to pick up her visa and at the same time I also went there to pick up my visa. After I saw her, I had feeling for her so that I want to be with her. Love at first sig...
Through music we are able to comprehend someone’s personality, their views, their culture, and who they are as an overall person. The music you listen to is a reflection of who you are and your own personal thoughts. As I reflect on the music I listen to I came to the conclusion that I gravitate towards songs that depict the emotions we feel through lyrics while being able to relate it to my own personal experiences.