Here I am, sitting in my zone. I think about what to write next, what melody to create that hasn't been thought up before. All of my attention has been turned into brainstorming new obscure pitches in combination to make a friendly, rhythmic tune. I am completely in the zone, shut off from the world into a new world of percussive beats and symphonic melodies. These moments call back to others, my true origin for the appreciation for music.
The first song I remember listening to on my own - Bittersweet by Galactic plays on my Red mp3 player I had as a child. I melt into the perspective of my six year old self sitting in the front of the music class at Isaac Dickson Elementary. Today we were messing around on the electronic keyboards Ms.Hughes had in the classroom. I tried to make it sound as cool as possible, trying to catch the ears of my peers beckoning their love towards my newfound original tune. I would’ve remembered the sense of utter accomplishment if it were completely original, or if I even knew the keys on the keyboard. …show more content…
I was in the Middle School band, after quickly failing to play the trumpet I realized what I wanted to do all along, it was percussion. The percussion being the lead of the whole band, the internal heartbeat, metronome, and soul of the flow of the band. I was proud to be a part of this, swaying and bringing every kind of instrument together in the joy of music. Although I wasn't too fond of the concert band instrumental music, after 3 years into the introduction of the percussion world I finally found my set place to stay in High