Post by bleedingboy on Nov 24, 2006 17:09:39 GMT 7
Some say, music is the life of every being...
for me it has always been, from old records of my father, i sang with matt monro to tom jones multiplex. a lyrics sheet inside, folded in 2.
then later on, my cousin let me heard metallica, skid row... a new perspective, and i loved it... i wanted more.
i kept sticking to that preference, soon korn and the likes came to pass by. tool and then i had a girlfriend who loves to do math equations while listening to the cervantes tribe whining to a crunching chord progression produced by sepultura...
and of course, 1980s... new wave playing on the radio. square rooms, and taking it on me, till someone admitted how he fell head over heels. this was music... and it grew on me.
i've learned piano from a teacher, i'd never thought had helped me, but now... i do. in respect to ms. matalote, and of course tried to learn guitars to an instructor, but i learned from a friend instead, demo lee. and in some part we have been band members, till we decided to take a sudden change of phase.
went to another school and had more influence, i was listening to some what, angst driven... carressing the mic while bellowing in passion had become a part of my life, and it will always be... some say, i was a joke when it comes to music, other said... i was a genius. but most of the crowd would scream as i sang korn's main track to life is peachy... twist.
and so you became a legend, you'd inspired anarchy to a crowd. i had created a new world for music. so it began, korn lovers played more.. limp bizkit, and so i got tired of it... in search for new things.
and soon i've travelled far, to learn more about jazz, and soon when your choices of sound seems to be abit different from the usual taste, young kids had, you dabble into something... reverse. ethnic. let's get back to our roots.
then so on and so forth...
but you'll reach a point where you decide... i can make music of my own, and it started...
but i have to continue this...
i have to buy a gift for someone.
for me it has always been, from old records of my father, i sang with matt monro to tom jones multiplex. a lyrics sheet inside, folded in 2.
then later on, my cousin let me heard metallica, skid row... a new perspective, and i loved it... i wanted more.
i kept sticking to that preference, soon korn and the likes came to pass by. tool and then i had a girlfriend who loves to do math equations while listening to the cervantes tribe whining to a crunching chord progression produced by sepultura...
and of course, 1980s... new wave playing on the radio. square rooms, and taking it on me, till someone admitted how he fell head over heels. this was music... and it grew on me.
i've learned piano from a teacher, i'd never thought had helped me, but now... i do. in respect to ms. matalote, and of course tried to learn guitars to an instructor, but i learned from a friend instead, demo lee. and in some part we have been band members, till we decided to take a sudden change of phase.
went to another school and had more influence, i was listening to some what, angst driven... carressing the mic while bellowing in passion had become a part of my life, and it will always be... some say, i was a joke when it comes to music, other said... i was a genius. but most of the crowd would scream as i sang korn's main track to life is peachy... twist.
and so you became a legend, you'd inspired anarchy to a crowd. i had created a new world for music. so it began, korn lovers played more.. limp bizkit, and so i got tired of it... in search for new things.
and soon i've travelled far, to learn more about jazz, and soon when your choices of sound seems to be abit different from the usual taste, young kids had, you dabble into something... reverse. ethnic. let's get back to our roots.
then so on and so forth...
but you'll reach a point where you decide... i can make music of my own, and it started...
but i have to continue this...
i have to buy a gift for someone.
