Ever since I was in my mother’s womb, music was a part of me. Music was a part of me because of my dad. He has been playing the guitar and singing even before him and my mom even met. I remember listening to stories on how when my mom was pregnant with me, he would play music and I would kick like crazy. Because of this, music was in my blood. I felt destined to play music. Turns out music became my passion. Listening to music and eventually playing it became my everything. When I was younger I was taught how to play a few instruments. One of those being the piano. When I first started lessons, I hated it. The reasoning behind this was because of my teacher. After I found a new teacher, I became to love it. I loved it so much that I took piano lessons for five years. I would play for different events at church and during service. Despite all the time and money spent on learning how to play this instrument, I got tired of it. So I then decided to quit.
Then on May 23, 2013, a package arrived at my house. It arrived in a big box and I was so excited to see what it was, I wanted to open it so badly. But I couldn’t, because at my house we had a rule, if your name wasn’t on the package you couldn’t open it. I waited anxiously for my dad to come home so he could open the package. I was waiting around like a little kid on Christmas. Finally my dad came home. He then got his exacto knife and began cutting. It felt like he was taking forever. Once he cut it open I started throwing packing peanuts everywhere. After throwing what felt like millions of packing peanuts was another box. I lifted that box so gently, as if I was carrying a baby. I lifted the top and there it was, one of the most beautiful things I had seen. The ukulele was outlined with a beautiful jade mosaic pattern. The outer part of it and the sound hole was covered with this pattern. The ukulele itself was a tan color. It had a gloss on top which made it shine. It was so beautiful.
I then picked it up and attempted to play with it, even though I had no idea what I was doing. The sound was not melodic, the sound made me want to crush it into millions of pieces. Part of that being it was not tuned and also because I did not know how to play. When it
Throughout my life, no single thing has had a greater impact than music. It has made me who I am today, and I cannot remember a time when music wasn’t a huge part of myself - my earliest memories all contain the music that my parents played. Beyond being a product purely for enjoyment, as it was for a long time in my earliest years, music has gone on to become a fundamental part of who I am, how I spend my time, and who I spend that time with. It motivates me to be better for numerous reasons. I credit my early involvement in music with most of the successes I have had to this date.
I have always had a musical talent, and I was over-joyed when my parents decided to sign me up for piano lessons. When I was younger, I just liked playing the songs my teacher assigned me. When I was older, however, I began to see music in a different light. Playing other musicians' songs has given me a glimpse of how other people view the world. When a musician composes a song, a piece of his heart goes into it. When I play their songs, I see a hint of what is in their soul. This has had me reflect on how I view the world. When I play the songs for an audience, they are able to feel a little of what the artist and I are
Bono once said, “Music can change the world because it can change people”. Music has changed me into the person I am today. I believe that music heals my life problems. I remember running around in the Blockbuster video store my parents owned, always drawn to the music section. Although my parents weren’t heavily influenced by music, I branched out and discovered a whole new world. I found myself getting my first MP3 player at age 7. Although The Jonas Brothers and High School Musical were less influential in my life, it did expose my mind to music.
Music has been a part of my life for over half of it. I started piano when I was about 6, and did orchestra in 4th, 6th, and now 7th. I always enjoyed learning more about the instruments I played. But
Growing up, music has always been a passion of mine. I listened to everything and anything. I would go to jazz concerts, operas, orchestra performances, or to a rock and roll music festival. But that passion bloomed into something more as I grew older. It blossomed into wanting to learn an instrument. I got to seize that opportunity when it came time to attend middle school.
Music has been a part of my life since the beginning. My Grandma Hammond, a music teacher, had me start right off into piano when I turned 7 years old. She has been my music teacher since then. I was taught all genres of music starting from classical to what is popular now. My favorite genres to learn were Jazz and Rock music pieces. I remember when I was the age of 12, I begged her to let me learn and play the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen for one of my music festivals. My Grandma disagreed at once about my idea because it was required of the piano students to play a classical piano piece. I was a good student and learned that festival piece, but little did she know I would also teach myself Bohemian Rhapsody and play it after my classical
Music has long been my biggest passion. As a child, it was always around me: Beethoven sonatas and Chopin concerti would fill my house, so much so that I begged my parents to start me on piano. I began the piano at five, but as I grew older, I discovered the beauty of chamber music and the allure of playing in an orchestra, compelling me to start on the clarinet.
Music has always been an important element in my life. As I look back, I have always loved singing and playing instruments. During my high school years, I participated in marching band, concert band, and show choir. When I was in elementary school I learned how to play the piano and in 6th grade I joined the school band to learn to play the flute. I continued playing the flute in middle school and into high school. In 4th grade I joined the school choir and continued that through high school as well. In high school, I spent a lot more time in show choir than I did in band due to scheduling and personal interest.
On Christmas day, a thirteen-year-old boy opens a gift from his mom. With excitement and joy the boy receives his first guitar, an Ibanez electric. The boy plugs the new guitar into a solid state Marshall amplifier and makes noise. Not knowing any chords or how to play, that moment of creating sounds and feedback on his own. He formed a passion and love of the instrument for many years to come. The music of Jimi Hendrix, The Velvet Underground and The Rolling Stones filled his head. He wanted to be like the masters, so he practiced every day and took lessons when he could. With persistence and love for music, the boy learned chords and scales and started to create music of his own. Guitar changed his life and made his hard upbringing better. The struggles, his mom had raising a kid on her own. Working two jobs and being a single mom made her happy knowing her son had a hobby and a love for music. Of course hearing loud guitar playing at 3 am at night can be aggravating at times. The mom knew she had created a brighter and a more artistic life for her son. For that, the boy is forever grateful for his mother and what she
I’m not going to say that am raise in a musician family, but most of my family how to play at least one instrument for example my dad plays piano and guitar, one of his brother lay drum and the other one play many instrument because he owns his own music studio. See those guy play an instrument motivate me to plat instrument because at the time the was learning those instrument I wasn’t easy for them but they didn’t give up because there parent force them to learn. After many years of learning those guy meet a lot of famous people , play in music band , and many other place. All
M’s office the first thing I noticed was how small it was. The room was stacked with music, a piano and desk in the corner, and a line instrument on one side of the room. She welcomed me in asked me to sit down. She then showed me the instruments and told me to pick any of them to try. I did as she said but none of the them seemed to work with me. The trumpet felt to small in my hands, all of the reed instruments sounded horrible, and don't even get me started on the flute. Growing tired of this process my eyes wandered around the room. Eventually they settled on an instrument hidden in the corner. It looked like a tuba, but was much smaller and just seemed so lonely. I went over and picked it up. I asked Ms. M, “ Can I please try this one?” She looked at me and smiled and said, “ Of course, that's the Euphonium. It's like a tuba in the regards that it plays similarly and serves as part of the backbone of the band, it's sound though is much more similar to a trombone.” I lifted it up gently, the cool smooth, shining brass fitting perfectly in my hands. Slowly I started to play it. I'll never forget the sound that came out. Sure compared to a more refined sound it was terrible, but it was the sound of a student who had his instrument. Immediately I chose it and walked out with it. When I brought it home my family joked that it sounded like I was playing the noises of a whale mixed with a foghorn but I loved it all the same.
I live and breathe music. It is the reason I awake each morning; it is the reason I go to school every day, and it is what I spend all of my free time doing. This has been the case since I was in seventh grade. I have grown up with music-loving parents who had introduced me to music (both listening and playing) at a young age. My father would have me listening to Mozart, Billie Holiday, and Neil Diamond when I was just an infant. He also arranged for me to play ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’ on the largest pipe organ in Nevada when I was four years old. The pipe organ was the first instrument I ever played if you don't include the pots and pans drum set from our kitchen.
I was born into a family where music was a natural thing. I started playing the cello and the piano at the age of 4. At that age, music was something I was told to love and eventually I loved it. In 4th grade, I joined the Maple orchestra and I loved it. When I was at my elementary school, I always enjoyed being the leader of group projects because I felt I could express my ideas and usually kids would go along with it. In
I have always loved playing the piano since, but unfortunately the piano did not always love me.
Music, it's a part of everyone's life. From childhood sing-a-long songs, to garage grunge music, and everything in between music is everywhere. Growing up with an extremely musical background it was in my genes that I would become a musician. Playing music has helped me become the person I am by being a release for my anger, broadening my future and make new friends..