Since I was a child, music has been a part of my life. I can remember being indulged in music from both friends and family ranging from rapper Jay-Z to legends such as Jerry Garcia. This exposure to such a broad variety of genres helped generate a unique personal passion for music. This passion only grew stronger as time went on. Whether it was playing an instrument or simply listening to the radio, music has been the one thing in life that has always made sense.
I can vividly remember my father sitting me down when I was younger and making me listen to his Rolling Stones albums. “Don't just listen to it”, he would tell me, “you have to feel it.” At the time, it was hard understanding how to “feel” something I heard, but I remember watching the facial expressions of his friends playing their respective instruments. Their body language was surreal, as if they were someplace else instead of sitting on the couch playing right next to me. Figuring out just how to “feel” the songs was one of the many things that inspired me to explore the world of music.
Playing in the Jazz Band at my high school opened my eyes and gave me a completely different outlook on music. Until that point, the actual thinking process of making my own music was somewhat of a foreign concept. Improvisation showed me that music truly is the ultimate expression of oneself. Since then, I've been listening to artist's discographies instead of individual songs or albums in attempt to understand the music more thoroughly. This approach of trying to “feel” the music has made listening to music much more enjoyable to me and has only deepened my passion overall. The music theory class I'm taking this year has been the catalyst in me understanding that music isn't just something that I enjoy doing, rather music is part of who I am as a person.
I spent my childhood years growing up in what is now a city, but have spent most of my life in a secluded suburban town on the South