how i fell in love...
Now, generally I'm not one to emphasize the importance of material objects, but my relationship with music has always had
a way of relating with an item that is very much a part of the physical, inanimate world: a guitar.
When I was younger (about seven or so), my dad bought one at a yard sale. I found the thing fascinating, and tried to do
what you're meant to do with a guitar: play it. My chubby little fingers would have no such thing. Sadly, I wasn't as
determined of a youngster as I should have been, and promptly decided I was not destined to flourish in the context of
anything resembling this exciting instrument.
Exciting it was! Inanimate? Technically, yes, but a guitar would not be a guitar if it were never to be played. Flash
forward more than fifteen years later and I'm the proud owner of my own acoustic beauty, thanks to one of my best
friends' great taste in birthday presents (and just all-around generosity). Now I am slowly but surely picking up skill,
aiming to practice every day. I don't kick myself if I don't get to meet my practice goal, since I love to play anyway, but
life just gets in the way sometimes. I make up for missed practice later whenever I have the time to give into my guitar-playing addiction, basically until my fingers hurt and toughen up all over again.
Singing was something I've attempted since youth but never took seriously until a couple years ago. Also addictive. As I
improve on the guitar, I find myself coming up with tunes that I can't help but conjure up lyrics for, and so with these
two elements combined my song list has quickly grown (most of them are rough, but not perfectly so, by any means; I
definitely intend to go back to them in the near future and edit away).
Soundtracks to movies hold more meaning to me than ever, and I would love to one day be in the position where I'd be able
to contribute to the score for a film (it's too much for me to even handle imagining contributing the score to a film I also wrote and/or directed!).
In between the discoveries of such immense joy obtained from the above-mentioned, I, like anyone else, had a thing for
NSYNC (yes I am e-admitting it) or whatever other popular bands were out there growing up. Nothing out of the norm. My
brother then introduced me to The Offspring, Korn, Sum 41 and other bands I found... interesting (I remember finding a Korn
CD in my house years later when I had become aware that this was my ultimate crush's favorite band, and playing it through
several times). My tastes, through my teens, changed drastically (again as with anyone else), and now my most commonly
listened-to genres span from indie rock to synthpop to folk for the most part.
But really, I don't keep up with all the bands and what the most hip thing is at the moment and who sucks and who doesn't
(harshly judging things is not something I have an affinity for, generally speaking); more than anything, like with film
and other arts, I enjoy creating. But along with the whole honing guitar skills/ singing/ songwriting thing, these days
one will find me:
-falling asleep to music whenever possible
-instead of drugs, calling upon music (is there a T-shirt that says "drug-free, music-obsessed?" if not someone should
-going on about how I just made up a song I'm proud of and how this is one of my favorite feelings in the world and how
great everything is right now