Personal Narrative: A Music Analysis

I know music. There is not a single important memory I have that is not tied to a song, a genre, or an instrument. I met my first best friend through EDM and for my fifteenth birthday I received my first record player. Long, mundane car rides with my dad remind me of classic rock on FM radio, and the memories of my little sister loving pop music since she was old enough to crawl will forever have a special place in my heart.
I was thirteen when I met my first guitar teacher. His name was Carleton; he was friendly, and his years of being a guitarist showed through the callouses on his fingertips. I, by my extensive vocabulary, would have called him a “pretty cool guy.” He knew all about the technical aspects of the guitar, he taught me various chords, how to read sheet music, and how to play. However, more important to me was his own love for playing, which led to my obsession with music. If thirteen-year-old me had never walked into that studio then music would not be the driving force of my life, and I would not be an artist.
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As I write this, I am listening to the newest album by one of my favorite artists. I am captivated by its simplicity and its complexity at the same time, and what I mean by that is there is so much effort put into producing music; trial and error and hard work is put into every song I’ve ever heard on the radio. It’s an incredibly long process, for me it’s also incredibly difficult. However, hearing something so simple as a random song on the radio can be enough to change a moment, and alter my life. I came to love all music, so I took a theory course where I immersed myself in every aspect of music theory I never knew existed. I believe that I will always pursue this dream of music, whether I make a career out of it or simply keep it as a hobby is yet to be determined, but for right now I know that it is how I spend my time, and how I wish to spend my