I always loved to try new things. Especially things to do with music. I was fascinated by how much concentration, skill, and practice it took to play them. That’s probably why I took up the trumpet. It was the right sound at the time for me. But, I wasn’t done there. I had to learn more. Playing every song I know is a minimum. But, ya know, sometimes that just isn’t possible at the moment.
I dreaded walking into Hartland Music that day. The moment I pushed against those double doors I knew I had made a mistake. But, truthfully, it wasn’t my decision to make, I mean, if I truly had a passion for it I could continue on my own. Still feeling down I greeted the employee at the desk and turned to the left and right making my way down the hallway. I sat down on a cushion near my instructor's room still gripping the envelope so roughly my knuckles turned white. And finally, a young man’s head pops out looking left and right most likely looking for me. He beckons me and holds the door still ushering me in. I planned out ahead of time
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All 76 keys are being moved on my desk. It’s just a shame it’s not 88. I move on to my other keyboard, for my PC. I press the power button and resume Windows. Moving my mouse over I glide to a program called Synthesia. By following various youtube videos I manage to download files that are needed to learn the songs. However, I’m only doing this because I still don’t and haven’t learned in the past to read bass clef required for all piano music. So, I make do with this. But, I have been playing trumpet for band the past two or three years. Pushing my chair away I open my closet and scan the floor looking for my leather trumpet case. Brushing the ground with my hand I feel tough leather. I move hand around it feeling for a handle. Grasping the handle I move the case out of my closet and next to my desk. Opening the case I grab my trumpet lessons book and place it on the stand of my
This is a very funny video, I never thought that Daniel Radcliffe likes sing, even less rap, he don’t looks like a rap fan, but he does it pretty well. Actually this is a song with a high degree of difficulty, because have many words and is singing very fast. I’m not Enimen’s fan but I like some of his songs and I must to recognize that I have always thought that he is a talent writer, his music shows creative and in some cases contient social criticism.
I look down in front of me on my onyx stand holding my chalky discolored sheet music, with a bunch of pen drawn in notes and numbers. I count down the measures till I come in. Holding my resplendent, sterling trumpet I slowly bring it up to my lips. The trumpet is freezing cold in my hands. In the back of my head, I’m counting to four over and over. Staring out at the crowd inspecting all the faces makes my stomach ache up, I shiver a little
It is already eleven at night and the whole house sits in darkness; the rest of the family either sleeps peacefully upstairs or plays video games in the basement. My sister, Gracie sprawls out on the couch, the bright screen of her laptop lighting up her face. I sit across from her - bored and ready to go to bed - mindlessly flipping through movies on our smart TV. Although I am not interested in the big seventy inch screen, I am interested in spending time with my sister while she is on break from college. Seeing the option for Spotify music, I click the icon as an idea pops in my head. My sister and I did not bond over much; however, music happened to be one of the only things that unified us. I get up and start playing a random song from
The accompanist started tapping her fingers up and down, but the music that came out did not resemble the familiar tune I had chosen to sing! The pianist continually played. Not going on, but repeating the same few measures again and again. My head rushed, I did not know what to do. I began question myself again. “Why am I doing this? It is not suppose to be like this, they should just let me sing.” Then something clicked… just
I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.
Orchestra has always been one of my favorite classes to go to during the day. After choosing to play the cello in middle school, I continued playing the instrument in high school. It was in this class that I had made most of my closest friends, many of whom I still love to this day. I also loved how the rich deep tones that came from playing each note of the cello and how they were able to blend with the rest of the orchestra. I knew from my freshmen year that I wanted to get into the top class, Chamber Orchestra. I thought that I would have done everything in my power to get into the class, however when the time came I could not even bring myself to audition.
Picking up the French Horn case, my hands pushed it hard into its locker. The books I had put in there already crumpled as the strong case slid over it. I sighed from the effort that it took for my arms to pick it up over my head and push it in; heart beating slightly faster. My tired hands clasped the caged locker doors, and pushed it not ajar. The case looked as if it was in jail, because of the similarities between the door and the cell door. Eyes darting around the locker, I made sure that I had my music folder and my music book. Gadsden folder, check, and Essential Elements, check, I thought to myself. As soon as I made sure it was all there, my feet led me out of the brass locker room.
I felt like I worked so hard to make district, yet I still wasn’t able to. But, I knew with more effort and practice, I would make it. I was right, after getting a brand new flute, and working diligently, I was able to go from not making district, to scoring 95.5 points and sitting third chair for the flutes in my district. The moment I found out I made it, and what chair I was, was a moment I’ll never forget. That moment, was when I knew this was something I want to do for the rest of my life. I knew that I wanted to be a world renowned flute player and to play with some of the greatest musicians alive. I knew in that moment, that I wanted to be the orchestra playing in my favorite movie or video game. I knew I wanted to satisfy all the dreams I had as a kid. Without music or my instrument, I wouldn’t know my purpose in life, nor would I have a story to tel. Without music, I wouldn’t have a legacy, or a beautiful representation of who I
Working with music takes a certain type of patients. That’s why when I knew this project was present, I had the perfect person in mind because I worked so close with this person once before. So, I decided to gather my resources and get in contact with our family friend Dr. Snodgrass who is the superintendent of the Fort Osage R-1 School District and ask if I could receive her email so I could set up a facetime call with her and get this interview on the road. Her name Is Erica Gregory and she is a high school band teacher at Fort Osage located in Independence Missouri. The reasons I decided to interview her were simple. First, she was my star time teacher which meant she was my study hall teacher. As a freshman coming into high school and being placed in a study hall class
I studied A Level music in college, less than a year ago. For one of our tasks, we had to work in a band, write a song together, and perform it. I was the singer, there was a guitarist, bassist, drummer, and a melodica player.
Jokes aside, Thank u for your voice, your music and for beinf such a safe haven, your songs calm me down when I' stressed and cheer me up when I'm sad; u make me laugh with silly things u say and the stories u share (that it's a big acomplishment, I'm telling u). U said once that u hoped ur music didn' t only bring sadness to people and I can garantee u that it doesnt.
The Black Keys play in the background, and damn if I don’t see Caleb plain as day. “These Days” is one of my favorite Black Keys songs, and I ride my high as they sing softly over smooth instrumentation. I can see Caleb screaming, but I can’t hear him over the music. I take another hit of my cigarette, lay my head back against the wall, and close my eyes.
I wish I had a million dollars neatly and discreetly piled high against my door.
Playing the trumpet in the band taught me many lessons and helped influence me to become the person I am today. I learned a lot about responsibility, how to do many things on my own, how to do work on my own that would later be used with the entire group, and if I had my part done it would make working with the entire group run more smoothly, this goes for starting with practicing my trumpet, to doing my dot book for marching band now. I learned in order to improve I had to take matters into my own hands and practice with this I learned that practice does not make perfect it makes permanent so I should not strive to be perfect, because it will never happen, but I should just work to get one day better. With the trumpet I have learned that I am important and I need to do my part to make the whole great but as I do that I also have to think of everyone around me and how to work with them to make the whole great. I have learned how to work with many different kinds of people both alike and different, those I agree with and those I do not, those I have stuff in common with and those who the only thing we have in common is band but we do not even play the same
Many PA programs seek to produce extremely skillful PAs, however, they must not marginalize to nurture the next generation of PA leaders in a clinical study and medical scholarship. For this mission, my varied backgrounds from a medical researcher to TA are quite charming. For an instant, during my term of a TA, I assured to utilize unprejudiced authority with students, while exercising quality time on a theoretical session and consistent evaluation of pupils. Yet, this arrangement did not suit a certain student. Although gifted, he superficially attended the class and was reluctant to collaborate with others. His incurious attitude formed undesired consequences, as a few of the students begrudged him and loathed to work with him. Consequently,