My Love Of Music

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.

In the first grade, I picked up a clarinet. It was my sister’s, collecting dust while waiting for me to play it. From the moment I produced my first sound, an ear-piercing squeal that frightened my dog, the path of my life took a turn for the better. I began teaching myself for the following three years, along with learning from my sister how to properly play the beautiful instrument. The music pushed me out of my comfort zone: concerts that forced me onstage, tests that made me play difficult songs, and teachers that pushed me to be an exceptional player. From the shy elementary school student I used to be to the outgoing band member I take joy in being today, music has shaped my everyday life.

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

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.

Ever since I was a toddler, music has always interested me. From requesting to listen to the jazz station on the car radio while driving, to picking up the saxophone for the first time at ten years old. I became engulfed in music. I started out taking lessons at twelve years old on bass guitar and was taught theory simultaneously within these lessons from my instructor. At age sixteen, I began playing guitar and singing.

Music has always been a large part of my life. Since I was six years old, I would dream of being one of the players in an orchestra to my favorite movie. As I grew older, these dreams started to have a greater impact on me and began to shape the outcome of my life. In fourth grade, I began to play the recorder for my elementary school, and I immediately loved it. I loved playing it, and it helped that the teacher was fun too. But, even though I loved playing the recorder, I knew the instrument I really wanted to play, the flute.

Throughout my several arduous years of middle school, I never thought music would grow to mean as much as it does to me today. I was no concertmaster, no section leader, never the best at the instruments I played, and never imagined I could attain these titles. After a slump and a loss of passion, something sparked inside of me and I made it my goal to become the best at what I could do.

Music isn 't just what I do, it 's who I am, and who I’ve always been. I play twelve instruments. Some fluently, some only a singular note or, maybe a song. This all started out in sixth grade when I could not decide what instrument was best for me. I started out my first two months of middle school by switching from instrument to instrument. I began with the oboe, and a week later, I changed to percussion. Only then, did I attempt to play all of the brass instruments-- and I mean all of them-- trumpet, french horn, tuba, trombone, and baritone, you name it, and I’ve probably played it. Next, I moved on to all of the woodwinds, flutes, clarinets, and all of the saxophones. Again, I cycled through the percussion instruments once again. Finally, I decided that I would rather play notes on a staff than beat something with a stick. I was forced, by my very irritated band teacher, to pick one of the two that I was better at, the alto saxophone or the trumpet. Two completely different musical instruments in two completely different musical families. Of course, as an indecisive twelve year old, I could not pick. Mr. Deneen, a woodwind player himself, chose the alto saxophone.

While in elementary school I joined the fourth-grade orchestra and selected the double base as my instrument. I later had the opportunity to receive personal instruction through “String Coach,” which is a program

My life has always been centered around music even before I was born. Music is a big part of whom I am because it something I can go to and play on the piano when I am stressed or sad. Music for me is a calming force that helps solve my emotions. Music is such an important role in my life because at a very young age I watched my mother play the piano which in time made me want to learn as well. Throughout my life, I have learned to play the piano and the flute and wished I knew how to play the cello and the oboe. I grew up in a family who loved music. Ever since I was in first grade, I could read music and started to learn to play the piano. There was always a piano in our house, and every Sunday morning, my mother would play the organ at

Music is an art, entertainment, pleasure, and medicine for the soul and body. Music is one of the few activities that involves using the whole brain. It is distinct to all cultures and has surprising benefits not only for learning language, improving memory and focusing attention, but also for physical coordination and development. My journey with the art has formed who I am today through the infinite possibilities that music offers any type of player. My solace and safe haven lie within a sheet of staff lines and spaces. Music begun and will continue to be my longest and most self taught course. This transcends more than just a combination of sounds and rhythms, it’s arguably deeper than life itself.

Music is ingrained in my soul as firmly as my first name or last. I hear a booming bass hidden beneath each wave that washes up the shore, and watch a wonderful arpeggio as the sun rises. Despite all the tremors of life, music has always been with me. It was an obsession that started at birth, as my parents belted out in song throughout an otherwise quiet house. It grew slowly like a crack in the windshield, growing larger each day. Whether it be the harmonized voices ringing throughout the car after a victory on the little league field, or a mellow chorus sung out among friends at a barbeque, music allowed me to escape. As I got older the affinity only grew and you could often find me nestled up in my room finishing school work while wrapped in the warm melodies of my favorite

Music has always been a passion of mine. I joined my school’s orchestra in the fifth grade, and it was there that I made my first true friends. Together, we learned how to read music, play our instruments, and perform as a group. My positive experience with the orchestra led me to continue developing my love of music. I picked up a slew of instruments, including: the trumpet, the clarinet, the piano, and voice. While the trumpet and clarinet weren’t a great fit for me, I found that I loved singing, which led me to join my school’s choir in the seventh grade. Later that year, I began teaching myself how to play the piano.

Ever since I was young, I’ve had a passion for music. Whether I was parading around the house with my portable CD player listening to the High School Musical soundtrack or choreographing my own music videos to the Hannah Montana songs, I was always listening to music. As I got a little older this passion for listening to music manifested into something more. As fifth grade approached, I decided that I wanted to pick up the flute. I struggled at the beginning until I started taking private lessons. With a little extra help I found that playing the flute was a slightly unconventional activity I could find pleasure in.

Writing has always played a huge role in my life. I’ve been reading writing for as long as I can remember as I have an immense love of reading. This love would grow into a love for writing as well; I still stumble upon journals and writings from my five-year-old self about the happenings in my kindergarten class. As time would go on I would discover academic writing, and how to convey my thoughts on what was the topic of student that particular year or semester in my schooling. Later, writing would become a constant for me, and a comfort; I was known to my friends as always having a journal, and a pen on my person. I learned to write down my feelings and my thoughts, song lyrics that were in my head, reflections for the day. I learned how