Somewhere Only We Know
Feeling the earth beneath my feet is the only thing that reminds me that I am still human when I am performing .
Feeling the earth beneath my feet is the only thing that reminds me that I am still human when I am performing .
Tonight is my first orchestra concert since last December .. Writing about it is making me more excited because playing in an orchestra is what I do. Aside to winter percussion, I am a violinist, and there is nothing more that I love more. Next Tuesday, we have CMEA festival, and that is where we […]
Winter Percussion was insanely hard today and I want to cry because I have it for the remainder of the week . My Smart teacher picked a song which has a 12/8 section, and it is the hardest thing ever . Right when I was thinking I was good (perhaps the best), we pick up […]
I actually am not on top of the world, but sometimes I feel like I am. Such moments could be put into the category in my mind, ‘music’. Whether I’m smashing my mallets into my marimba, singing my heart out, or scraping my bow across the strings G,D,A,or E, there’s this magic, and I think […]
I don’t think there is any way to interpret your love for something, other than the word passion. Passion, however, seems like the simple excuse humanity uses to explain that undying fire of doing something we love. But it doesn’t have to be limited to doing something, it could be hearing, feeling, smelling, the sky […]