Over the past weeks I had a lot of things to write about (and I still have) there is simply a lot going on in my life right now and I love it. My life was never this interesting but I’ll talk about everything on another blog(s)… maybe… I hope ^^.
Anyway music, I absolutely love it, I love everything about it and always think about it, I love all forms of art, I really do but music is special.
I was born into a musicians family, the family business was music, church music (for the most part). So when I was a kid a was taught how to play a few songs on the piano. I don’t remember it being fun I just kinda went with the flow since I wanted to get it out of the way. At the time I wanted to do other things (I just wanted to play Diablo 2 on the nearest internet café, since we didn’t have any computers back home ^^’).
Nowadays I regret not taking my lessons seriously, but I also understand why. I was taught to play what I saw on a music sheet. I wasn’t taught the freedom, the happiness, the universal language, I wasn’t taught real music. Because that’s what music means to me now, it’s the greatest form of freedom.
Everytime I listen to Chopin or a new Dubstep song, or that new hit on the radio I get all dreamy and think about the happiness these people must have felt when writing this songs, and I think about melodies of my own and I wish I could write them down , but it’s like I’m in a cage. I simply don’t have the skill to make my own music, at least not yet, but I try anyway, and I’ll get better and hopefully, someday that special person will like the song I wrote for her.
to be continued ;)…