Music has always been a large part of my life.
Since I was little my dad used to make me watch the movie Amadeus with him, so I could learn about Mozart and classical music. We watched musicals together, such as My Fair Lady, Grease, Jesus Christ Superstar, and The Sound of Music, which are still all some of my favorites.
We had and still have this old piano in our house that my great grandpa left to my mother, which was partly why I started playing the piano. I started taking lessons when I was 6 and had piano recitals every semester, where I felt the nervous tension before I went up and played, and then the calming relief after I was done.
My dad was pretty good at introducing music to me. When I was in kindergarten, every morning on the way to school, he would play this one song over and over again. It was “Anywhere Is” by Enya. We would listen to another of her songs, “Sail Away”, but we always thought it said “Save the whales” instead. Either way, we loved it. He also played Peter Paul and Mary and I fell in love with “Lemon Tree”, “If I Had a Hammer” and “Jet Plane.” Abba, Billy Joel, and Lyle Lovett (who we even got to see in concert!), were just a few more of the many artists I learned to love.
Music and certain songs bring back old memories. Every time I listen to “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor, I remember my first tennis match ever. I was 12 and believed that I was a fantastic player. How could I lose to anybody? But I proved myself wrong when I lost my first round and was crushed. We bought the Gloria Gaynor CD and began playing it before each match, just to pump me up. Taking Back Sunday, The Arctic Monkeys, Regina Spektor, and Goldfinger all remind me of my cousin Ali. Certain Ludacris songs remind me of high school tennis.
And it just gets better. Now we can download music off the Internet and watch music videos on Youtube. Music reflects our feelings and can alter our moods, for the better or worseeesort of like a drug. But thankfullyeeit’s not illegal.
Our parents often motivate us to explore and learn about music, but I guess our music teachers are the ones we really need to thank.
I owe a lot to my piano teachers, Mrs. Bunch and Mrs. King, who taught me for years, and my band teacher Sanch, who is just really awesome!
Raven Romero , a Robertson High School senior, is an intern with the Las Vegas Optic. She can be reached firstname.lastname@example.org