Me and My Thoughts on Literally Everything

It's Music!

So, I'm fairly sure at least a couple of you have heard the phrase, "When words fail, music speaks." Which was said by Hans Christian Anderson. And, it''s true. 

Look, how many of you would say I'm an eloquent person? Because the fact of the matter is that I don't get tongue-tied easily. Something can always be improved, something can always be fixed. Similarly, something can always be said. 

But sometimes, even the most eloquent of people find that the words that are their weapon, have fallen to their sides, completely useless. 

So how can music speak when words fail? Well, each piece has a different feel to it. Some have a happy feel, others a sad feel to it. I know that I've said I don't believe an instrument can be perfected at all. And, in a way, it's true. Yes, you can improve technique, note sounds, values, styles, and many other aspects of music, but you can never perfect it, you know what I'm saying? 

I tend to listen to specific music when I feel a certain way. This is something I've learned about myself. When I'm sad and want to wallow in my sadness for a little bit, I listen to something similar to "[I Guess I] Miss You" from the SpongeBob musical. If I'm sad and need something to help my mood, I can listen to something like "Hero Is My Middle Name," also from the SpongeBob Musical. 

And it goes on and on like that. But if you ask even the most famous player in the world, even they will say they aren't perfect. And it's true. Don't get me wrong, they're way better than me, but even they aren't perfect. There is always room for improvement. 

So where did this all come from? 

Where did my bout of all this random stuff come from?

Well, I had rehearsals in orchestra after school today. Those are always a source of inspiration for me, because it's a period of two hours where I get to do nothing but focus solely on music. No electronics to remind me of something happening, no thinking about what time is it and will I have enough time to get to my next class. There's no fooling around. Well, there is, but at the end of the day, it all pertains to music. 

I— well, I lost my train of thought. Hmmmmmm...

It also helps you notice things about people. For instance, my conductor will sometimes sit in weird positions. His eyes crinkle when he's genuinely happy. His mind relates things back to music. He knows weird facts. 

My friend who sits next to me. He doesn't particularly like playing Mozart, he's more devoted to color guard than orchestra, but when he trusts someone, he trusts you fully. He's funny, very expressive. He's ticklish. 

I'm an observer. I like to see the way people react to things, and in my view of the world, everything has a beat behind it. Everyone adapts to the metronome of time. 

Lately, music has been filling my ears, long after the piece has finished. If we play Mozart's Overture to Lucio Silla, throughout the rest of the day, that is what plays in my head. Various melodies, and it feels as though there is a certain air to me that makes it feel almost as though I'm floating. Cliche, I know. But it's true. 

Music makes me happy. I would consider playing for a living, but the only thing I can do with a major in music is teach the music. It isn't easy to get money by gigs for weddings. My head's in the clouds at all times, music is my metaphorical wings. 

I'm really passionate about things I care about, and people I love. I don't take people criticizing someone/something I really care about lightly. I defend them, I fight back. That kind of talk about people hurts. I would know. 

And it hurts to see someone you care about sad.

And I know the people that care about me would do the same for me.