Broadway Song: Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead

I remember when me and my family drove along in our family car going shopping. As we drove to the highway, I remember that the radio was always on. There were different types of music playing like pop, hip hop, classic, rock and other types of music. I remember all those good times when I was little the laughter coming from my younger siblings, the sun shining and the wind blowing though the window. I also remember the landscape and the noises of the music exiting through the window and entering the highway. Whatever song was coming on it left this happy mood inside of me. It made me notice more things and made me feel light and carefree. It made me feel like I had to make a difference in the world. It also got me kind of antsy. But then again, that's what music does. That’s what music does it

Schoenberg was not only a musician but also a writer and painter. This variety of talent allowed him to construct a larger audience. As a musician he only reached those who loved music. With his other talents he was able to attract art lovers and readers. This allows various vehicles of passing on

When I was fourteen, my choir teacher told me I had the vocal ability of a twenty year old. Rising from my stomach, bubbles of pride mixed with confusion. Because I was so young, the praise felt unbelievable. That conversation began an avalanche of pressure that forced me to choose between two parts of myself. Consequently, starting in the fall of ninth grade I began the struggle between my love of singing and my love of my religion.

Ever since I was young I have been singing. At five years old it was "Route 66" by John Mayer because it was featured in the movie Cars. Now, I sing anything from "Cantique" (a traditional French choral piece) to "Damned for All Time" in the musical Jesus Christ Superstar. I believe in the power of music.

I enjoyed the different musical rendition's of Fun Home. It was eye opening to see how depending on the various musical accompaniment t you can communicate a different emotion or message. The last song Telephone Wire communicated how much hurt and disappointment Alison was feeling. It wasn't your classic musical but I still felt more of a connection than the musicals

This concert consisted of four pieces, all played by two musicians: one on piano and the other on viola. Four pieces were included in this concert. They varied significantly in terms of their historical era, their style, their composition, and the overall feel. The first piece was by Ludwig van Beethoven. It was Beethoven's 7 Variations on 'Bei M채nnern, welche Liebe f체hlen', which is "For Men Who Feel Love" from Mozart's "The Magic Flute." The second piece was a Sonata in G-minor Op.19, which was written originally for cello and piano. It was by Sergei Rachmaninoff (1873-1943). It was arranged and the cello part changed to fit the viola by Jeffrey Showell. The third piece was Sonata No.2 in D-Major by Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750). It was originally written for viola da gamaba. E. Nauman edited this piece for the concert. Finally, we heard what was originally written for an orchestra: Concerto for viola and piano by William Walton (1902-1983). Although the same two instruments played four different pieces, they each sounded completely unique.

Picture a baby screaming at the top of her lungs every time she gets her hair washed, with a sound as though someone is murdering her. Now imagine a child, giving her mother headaches, as she makes one of her mother’s biggest wishes come true. My mother used to always listen to a famous singer named Aaliyah, sadly the singer passed away at a young age, and she cried for weeks. Mom prayed that one day, if she had a girl, that she would have a voice like Aaliyah’s. Her prayers came true: I continue to sing in cars when she leaves to enter stores; singing in the basement, acappella and even in the shower. One thing that she didn’t expect is for me to be humbled, which makes it a curse to want to perform. I wanted to break-free from that shell

After soccer practice one day, Gabby looked into the eyes of her parents and started to sing. They looked at each other and were surprised how beautiful voice her was. From then on, Gabby was living her dream.

I have chosen to share three of my favorite pieces. Each piece is different by genre, artist, style, and time. These three pieces should be familiar to most of the populations’ ears. I tried to choose different types of pieces because I do not like to listen to the same artists or genre. My personal musical taste is a variety of genres and choosing the three pieces represents my musical mixture.

To intensify my creative side, I enjoyed learning how to play piano, saxophone, and ukulele. In fact, the only time my family refuses to support my musicality is during my early morning shower performances.

Imagine incessant unmelodious screaming accompanied by a tiny orchestra that seems to be playing out of tune. The sounds emitted by the performers, are, in a word, hideous. One cannot possibly stand five whole minutes of hearing a half-screaming banshee belch out what seems to be random notes. This cacophony is exactly what most of the audience at Schoenberg's Pierrot lunaire heard. Random, nonsensical clamor. In fact, the clamor is what most audiences heard at any number of performances of Schoenberg's work. Although Schoenberg’s musical compositions are excellent examples of contemporary art music within the music world, the audience thought differently, meeting the music with outcry and laughter, which ultimately led to Schoenberg’s exile from the world of music.

My junior year of high school, I attended the Texas Music Educators Association Conference in San Antonio, Texas where the Texas All-State Choir rehearses and performs. I had auditioned and was selected as one of the top 28 singers in the state, qualifying to perform with the state choir. One of the songs we performed was titled “Even When He is Silent.” The text of the piece was taken from a poem written on the walls of Auschwitz, about believing in the power of God even when it feels as if He is temporarily silent. The performance of the piece brought me to tears, as I was able to see the power of music and the gospel come together to perform something of great power and meaning. Through specific direction within my patriarchal blessing,

I had not heard of the one about Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God”. I have told my children that God has given each one a talent. My daughter sings and that is a special talent. She went to Tridact (a school with the district that one must be invited, audition, and if accepted, can attend a three week, non-stop, 8 hour a day, with no absences allowed, even if your mother, me, is having

A bit close to a decade ago, I confessed to a friend and fellow reviewer, Julian Grant, who graced these Amazon pages with his own informative and thought-provoking reviews I took the pleasure in reading, of how dissatisfied I was in music programmes particularly in America's concert halls. I was ranting about how too little we were exposed to the great composers like Glazunov, Atterberg, Nielsen, Popov, Myaskovsky, and others and the need to rectify that in part by not overplaying the familiar Tchaikovsky, Mahler, Beethoven, et al. in these halls. But Julian Grant put the matter into perspective in reminding me that repeated listening is a complex ingredient in music appreciation. It is indeed amazing, now that I am thinking about it, of how

We were going home after having dinner at a restaurant. The radio station was playing Christian music for a certain part of the day. My parents forgot to change the radio station. However, they left it alone, since it was only playing older R&B songs. When I first listened to the song, I liked it because of the tuned that it carries.