<p>ilcapo told me to come here with my essays, so I'm hoping you'll read this one and get back to me. </p>
<p>This one is about music and the effect it has on my life. thanks in advance for reading it. (I've tried to indent where the new paragraphs start but I can't seem to do it! don't know how...you can sort of tell where the new paragraphs begin)</p>
<pre><code> I'm sitting in AP Chemistry, trying very earnestly to pay attention. My teacher says something about buffer solutions its no use. I'm distracted by Palestrinas mass running through my head. Specifically, Kyrie keeps replaying itself, its ups and downs coursing over the electrons and protons I'm supposed to be learning about.
To my dismay, I involuntarily start humming my part. Now my nearby classmates look at me quizzically. I force myself to stop. I relegate myself to watching the clock intensely. When this period ends, I can go to choir and finally work out that really annoying counterpoint in the Sanctus thats giving me so much trouble.
I've heard mathematics referred to as the universal communication. For me, music is the communication that spans all cultures. While math can be understood by people around the world that are good at math, music appeals to everyone, regardless of skill or experience with it. Every culture has created a form of music. Theres something fundamental about musicsomething that allows a businessman and a bus driver to enjoy it equally, something that allows an English speaking person to enjoy a piece sung in Hebrew.
I have used music as a way to communicate and express myself. I have found a song for every emotion I've ever had. Certain songs represent certain days, months, or even years of my lifecertain songs stand for a specific moment in time I can return to in an instant by simply turning on my stereo.
I've been in some form of choir since I was around seven years old, and I've been singing probably since I could talk. My mother loves to tell everyone about when I was three years old, gathered my parents and their friends around, and proceeded to sing the alphabet. If you believe my mother, I sang them with perfect pitch, too.
Yet for all that time I've loved music, its still completely unknowable it has retained its magic and its mystique. I'm continually learning new pieces, and with every new piece, I'm learning something about myself too. I'm learning how I respond to music, how I analyze it, and most importantly, how I apply it to my life. Music is a completely personal thing, like any form of art.
Music is a soundtrack to my life. When I remember the years I lived in Texas, the country music that I heard every day twangs away. When I remember those anguished days after September 11th, living in Brooklyn, I hear the hopeful music that I played in my room with the door closed. When I remember the trip my choir took to Italy this past summer, the timeless sounds of the music we sang in St. Peters Basilica echo back at me.
And so I give everything of myself to music, because it has given everything to me. Its given me memories. Its given me a group of amazing people to share and appreciate it. Its given me a small sanctuary that I carry around with mebecause whenever and wherever I need to relax, I can just sing.
Music is so much bigger than me and will outlast me by a wide margin. I'm just lucky that when I need it, its always there. And will continue to be.