I sat on this uncrowded bus from Northern Italy to Venice for about 3 hours. I looked out my window nearly the whole trip, and was completely mesmerized by the view. I kept thinking “Is this real life? This view is completely jaw dropping.” I spent nearly 2 months in the mountains of Northern Italy living, breathing, and eating like an Italian. And most of all, singing! The experience was absolutely life altering. While I sat on the bus inspired by the miraculous view, I kept thinking about what music means to me, what it takes to be a musician…This is what I came up with:
“Music saved my life and damned me to hell. As I further pursued my passion for music, I opened my heart up to the emotions, the passion and the desires that the music and lyrics convey. With doing so, I felt the deep emotions. Those emotions I now feel on a daily basis, which has saved my life, however in my lowest of moments, has damned me to feel such despair. Being a performer has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. Your audience expects you to be a character. However, what the audience fails to consider is while portraying this character you, as the actor, must feel as the character feels. As you do this, the actor embodies the emotions, and typically pulling memories from their own life. These feelings, emotions, experiences are private and sacred to each performer. What the audience sees is a character in its truest form. What a performer sees is a vulnerability so strong, a raw emotion, a stark naked performer revealing their own soul through eyes of another identity. That is when a performer is in their true and purest form. It’s terrifying, and exhilarating. It’s what makes performing so difficult, but very rewarding.”
Music is a powerful, magical concept that can open up the eyes of the world. It breaks down all the walls of expectation, safety and utilitarian ideas, and opens your soul.
Here I’d like to tell my readers to never, ever let the music die.