Music Narrative Essay

Narrative Essay Growing up I never really appreciated the sound of music. I had never thought of it in the way I do now. Not up until the summer of 2001; my oldest sister, of the two, would always drive around in our hometown playing her favorite alternative rock tracks. It was calming driving the backshore, with the waves crashing into the rocks. It was like I was at peace sitting in the backseat of her jeep, just watching the ocean; I could feel myself hearing Stone Temple Pilots. At that moment, I was sure I found my liking, and that would be rock and roll. When artists like Radiohead and the Foo Fighters came on, I’d be so intrigued on how well they constructed a song. In that time, I knew I would want to be like them one day. At the …show more content…
His name was Louie, a very quirky little Greek kid. He was a little know-it all, for the most part, but I didn’t honestly believe half the things that came out of his mouth. His dad had taught him to play the drums whilst growing up so I knew it’d be a great idea to play with him. Our songs, however, consisted of an anonymous tone. Listening to crickets chirping would be a better pleasure than our songs. Regardless we played for a while and eventually, through the progression of time, we got a little better. Our timing would be close to impeccable and we wouldn’t mess up as much as before. I thought we were pretty good for how things played out, until I met my friend Carlo Joseph (or …show more content…
CJ and I would mix with the tracks that were laid down and determine what had to be fixed or not. Some tracks took longer to work with, depending on how complex the song really was. At one point the band was creating a song but the bass player, my good friend Jake, felt like it was too hard to work on. He wasn’t the greatest musician of our band. Sometimes, I would have to teach him how to play certain things. Eventually he got better with time. We made at least over fifty songs, some were good and others were terrible. It was all fun and I’m glad I had an experience making songs and being in a band. Unfortunately things took a turn for the worse with the band. Like any other problems with groups, people tend to get sick of each other. We’d argue and complain about the music, a lot. One time I just ended up leaving mid recording because everything was sounding off. I lost my cool and just couldn’t take them anymore, so I left the band. Grabbed my guitar and left. Sometimes I regret leaving the band because they were my friends and I did like hanging out with them, but we only hung out to make songs. I wanted friends to go be around with besides just making