When I first got a guitar in the third grade I thought I could a rock star, so my parents took me to a music studio. When I first walked into the music studio I was amazed by everything. There were so many guitars, drum sets, and pianos that I couldn’t even imagine it in my mind. I just knew I could be a rock star here, so my parents signed me up for music lessons at that music studio. The next day when I was going back to the music studio I remembered that I would have to make a first impression to my guitar teacher. When I got to the music studio I opened the door, and walked over to the front desk to ask where my guitar teacher will be, and the front desk person pointed right behind me. I looked behind me and got scared because my guitar
Although there are many objects and things that can define my culture, I believe that my music taste, my language and my manners makes me who I am today.
I can remember the moment when I decided that I would become a musician. I was at a summer music program that I didn’t really want to be at, sitting in a room that was filled with the scent of insulation. I was sitting on one of the many blue cushioned chairs in the room/. The instructors went around the hall, asking other children how old they were and what instrument they played. Everyone seemed to know each other already, chewing at the bit to be let on the stage to grab their preferred instrument and play the little music that they already knew with their friends. I felt left out, as I didn’t have an instrument that I could call my own. When the instructor finally got to me, he asked my age, name, and what I played, just like he had to
Growing up on a small farm in Purmela, TX, I was a shy kid with big dreams. My family all played musical instruments and we would go to my grandpa’s house often. Besides church, it was there where I watched my dad spill his sorrows, achievements and stories through his songs. With my grandpa on the fiddle and my cousins on various instruments, they would play on his back porch for hours upon hours. To a 10 year old kid, that back porch seemed bigger than the Grand Ole Opry. I loved to listen but it wasn’t until I turned 20 years old, that I picked up my first guitar. My dad surprised me with it one afternoon, and his exact words were, “you better learn how to play this thing”. So, I did and six weeks later I wrote my first
It was October first when I woke up in my nice and cozy bed. Awakened by my light in my room and my mom yelling: “Rachel get up! You have to get ready for band.” I slowly opened my eyes and got up to go eat my usual breakfast, a Pop Tart. After I threw everything down, I got into my car and headed to the school. Once I got there I could see the two yellow buses that were going to take us to our destination. Everybody was all still tired and looked like they just got out of bed, with their hair in buns and in the clothes they slept inform the night before. When everyone eventually got on the buses we headed off to Sioux Falls. The whole ride there I wasn’t very nervous because I’ve performed this marching show so much but the tables will soon
I was surprised when I was accepted into Region Band, (I did really bad on my audition.) and we had to go out of town for the clinic. An hour and 15 minutes, we arrived at Fort Mill High. We were late. So I went inside the room, where all of the Region Band people were, and everybody was there. I felt nervous. So, I went to my seat and just stared at the music. I knew for a fact I couldn’t play that music (Mostly “Crosswinds March”) but we practiced and I realized, it wasn’t that bad. At 5:00, we left and we stopped by the hotel to drop off our luggage and to get ready for dinner. The best part is the fact that all the teachers were on the first floor and we were on the fourth. We ended up going to the Southpark Mall for dinner and we were there for 2 hours. My two friends and I ended up buying two pizzas and walking around the mall with them. This felt like freedom to me. Not having a teacher tell you what to do or where to go. But after we left the mall, we went to Sports Connection for an hour. I ended up hanging with the same people I hung out with in the Mall. My people ended up playing laser tag, so I hung out with A French Horn player. She and I went on a 3-D ride that had werewolves. That was fun. After the ride, we left and went back to the hotel. I went straight to bed. The next morning, we were almost late leaving and we missed breakfast (but the good thing is we weren’t late to practice.) We practiced our music and took breaks and next thing you know, it’s concert night. The concert was really outstanding. Afterwards, I left the high school and headed on back to
Some people are better with words; others work through art and make an impact with their actions and creations. I may not be the best at expressing myself verbally, but I consider myself a great writer. Writing is one of the few ways I am able to reach inside my soul; I can ultimately capture my thoughts and emotions with a simple pencil and paper. Sometimes I get lucky and profound statements sneak past this step and out of my mouth, but that happens on rare occasion, so instead I write. The second way I am able to release my emotions is through my saxophone, my music, my soloing. Jazz. This brings us full circle. Jazz Band. What’s so special, what’s so great? To the untrained eye, nothing, it is just another band, but there is so much more
The events that took place on June 1st, 2013 is almost a blur, although, the sensation has always been ever so clear to me. I felt alive. I felt enchanted. And I felt wanted. Almost every little problem vanished for that one specific night. Who would’ve thought a single person can make you feel invincible? Cristian, was nearly the opposite the person I was. He was true rock and roll, and I was merely the product of the mainstream rock phenomena. He almost seemed very opinionated as I had always kept to myself, It was odd and a little unexpected. Although we both are very timid from the naked eye, to my surprise he was actually very witty and humorous. One lonely night at a park was the beginning of a very long and faithful friendship.
As a musician, I view medicine as a career path that reflects my identity: someone who pays attention to the meticulous details of my craft. One of my favorite activities is setting up my guitars, a monthly process that involves changing the strings, checking for intonation, adjusting the action of the fretboard, and polishing. I do so with the utmost attention to detail. This takes hours, yet I gain a sense of satisfaction from it, knowing that my guitars are in optimal playing condition. I know that whoever hears my music will hear it in its best form and I hope that they leave feeling profoundly impacted. I saw this same dedication and attention to detail during my shadowing experiences in the operating room as I watched a team of doctors and nurses prepare a room for surgery: lining the room with sterile drapes and intubating the patient. I was told that this long and seemingly tedious process was so crucial to preventing infection as well as to ensure that the surgery runs
It was a bright and early morning on a Friday, and I was doing my ordinary thing. Like brushing my teeth, getting my school supplies ready, and etc I then walked to the bus stop and waited, and waited, until the bus finally arrived. I got on the bus, sat down and listen to my music. I always listen to hard core Hip-hop/Rap. We all had finally arrived to school waiting for the teacher to call the kids to get off the bus and go inside. A few minutes later the teacher said to let the kids off the bus and I headed into the school.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when there is a fork in the road and we must
Then my mom went home and we took pictures for our protime. Of course I looked like crap because I was crying two minutes before we took the pictures. Then we went out of the class and went to second period, and I had ELA. I went in and saw where we were supposed to sit, so I went and sat there. There was this kid named Derek Olsen in the same class. So the teacher talked about class procedures and then the class was over. Then Derek came up to me and we started talking.
At the beginning of my 7th grade year,I went to the library for my iPad and when I walked in there I felt like a baby in a candy shop.I was amazed of how everything was set up.Before I told anyone at school I went to my mom and told her I wanted to quite the band.
I took a deep breath. With my left fingers poised across the strings, I began moving my right arm slowly, but as I started playing, I hit a wall. My fingers stiffened and my right arm faltered, my violin producing a horrifying sound that could not even be described as music.
I had a great summer vacation during the summer of 2008. My family and I went on a road trip starting from Las Vegas to Arizona. During that road trip I learned how to play another instrument, it was not easy, but it was a very special and memorable moment. It was a long drive and we have been listening to the radio which was playing the same song over and over again. So, my brother came up with an Idea and said to my parents “turn the radio off” while he pulled out a ukulele, which, to me looked like a mini guitar with less strings. He then told me “I am going to teach you how to play this by the end of the day!” I was nervous because the only instrument I knew how to play at the time was the piano, and that had no strings.
Around the age of seven, my family and I went to the mall that included a music store. I would roam all around the store to experiment with almost every instruments that were put on display. This led to the first instrument that I got, which was an electric guitar. I would continually beg my mother for it, promising that I will be the most exceptional child ever. Now I don't fully recall as to why I had a desire for an electric guitar, but I do remember there was a time in my life that my brothers and I wanted to form a band. Which was a ridiculous idea because neither of us knew how to play an instrument or how to sing, so our "band" would have been a tremendous fiasco. I was ecstatic with the new guitar I received that as soon as we came home I went berserk upon opening it. I even have