11/5/06 11:08 pm
Possible College Essay: Maybe?
I find myself being swayed and totally surrounded when listening to music, it envelopes me and carries me away. I close my eyes and let it, the arms holding me delicately as they bring me higher and higher. My body laying and turning round and round in the sky as I approach the scene meant for this song and when I reach it I am pushed upright, ready for the action. I think that it is the after effects of being raised by a musician, like one of those warning signs on the sides of your prescription bottle. My entire life has literally had a soundtrack; going to sleep the murmurs of his practicing with the occasional curses, coming in to the house at night there would be videos done by other artists blaring from the TV, and random recordings I would be forced to critique. At first I rejected this, annoyed by the notes attempts to take me over, I’d try and slap their arms away, jump out and land right back on the ground. This was until I realized that I had no control over this, it would take me whether I liked it or not. I was tagged, like one of those cows with the number attached to its ear. This truly does not happen to most of the people I know, they are able to listen to the radio and not take out each instrument, noticing the variety of notes or lack of that they were playing. My jealously of their ignorance has ceased to exist, the crutch lost and now I like to think of this as a strength. It is like that natural high that runners get; they say that nothing can beat it. But, being that I am not a runner I will not ever experience that, so I like to think that this is my supplement, my natural high that nothing can beat. That perfect piece of music that takes me away, in to my thought where I like to match it with the perfect scene.
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