Music...

A huge part of my life- I create it and duplicate it; I'm inspired and awed by it; I share my gifts with others and horde the feelings it creates within me jealously. I'm not a child prodigy; I can tell the same old "I've been singing in front of a mirror since I was three" story that has become the staple of today's most famous musicians, but, obviously, it hasn't really gotten me anywhere. Still, I've grown up with a love for playing and listening to music that transcends most boundaries and genres. (However, country music and main stream rap will always be a point of contention with me.) I started off, as I said, just singing and being a regular kid- into the fads and trends of the early nineties. Oddly enough, after hitting a certain age, I branched out and started exploring what WASN'T the big thing at the time...the backstreet boys and the pop revolution seemed so contrived, and somehow I ended up tangled in the brit-punk that had swept across the world in the eighties. Now, I listen mostly to punk and hard rock, old metal bands and brit pop from the eighties, oldies and electronica.I love to sing; mostly jazz (go figure.) I play alto sax, bass guitar, dabble in the violin and I'm trying to convince my dad to let me keep my drum set in the basement. I'm a band geek. Oh yes. And if you are one of those people who believes that the kids in band are the ones who have no lives and no friends, you're sadly mistaken; it's been proven that children who grow up playing an instrument are more successful in school and bond more strongly with other like minded people. Besides, how can you claim that taking road trips, gambling on ferries, exploring the parliament buildings sans chaperones, having food fights and balloon hat parties is having no life? Music is my escape; my release in a world that presses me to conform to the point where I strain against my seams; a way to settle the chaotic swirl of concious thought.