Catch Up On Me
Blog 3: A Third of the Way Through My Journey Well. I'm going to be frank. Nothing has really improved, noticeably. Obviously, I haven't gotten worse, but I'm still practically just as good as I was on the last blog. So today, I will just be speaking on what I've done to get to the position I'm at now. Answering questions like how did I keep my spark lit, or why didn't I quit, or why I'm not going to. The first instrument I ever used was a grand piano. (other than a kids drumset.) It was brown, giant, rustic, old-fashioned. It looked awesome. My mind took interest immediately. I loved it. I even wrote a few licks that I thought sounded nice, which I would just repeat and repeat. My mom took notice. and so, at the age of 7, I was in piano lessons. I hated it. Every moment. Being told what to do. Rushing to complete assignments. It sucked! Here is my opinion on music lessons; do em if you want to, ...