The Vision

The sound of a Spanish guitar and language you hear but the vision of my father struggling to come over to America is what I see when I close my eyes to the first track of my life’s story. Picture a man who is constantly on the run, trying to find a place in which he can be someone in life, only problem with him running is that he has a target painted on his back. Everyone wants him dead because he is an activist; one of the many people trying to stand up for what is right. This is what I vision when listening to the first track of my soundtrack.

To me, music revolves around my life and without it I am nothing. Music has been constantly there, from saving my life when I need comfort to helping my friends and I have a good time and dance. Music is a simple thing that can cure basically anything that tries to, that’s what I see in music that makes it beautiful. Music will never die because it is a gift given to us by God that gives us different ways to express ourselves. Music is on top of the food chain that’s taste never gets old. Music is the vision you see when you close your eyes. Music is an electric feel that constantly vibrates in the air passing from one ear to the other. Music is life. I am music.

The song “Quicksand” by Incubus is a great song and although its short, gives the listener an overview of the whole album I created. It tells us when we get emotional with love, a monster appears within us that we can use to make us feel better, or use to destroy every little thing we see about love. It’s a song of hope and tragedy, which reflects upon my early childhood memories; always trying to fit in with people in my elementary school but finding out I can’t because of the religion I practice compared to them. Although it may seem cruel, this song represents me because I see the beauty of my life experience.

The point of everything is not to feel sorry for me, but to look at me for what I have gone through and seeing how bad things in life can be seen as art. People call it bad memories but I call it a beautiful disaster because no matter how bad or good memories can be, you will always learn from them and cherish every single moment you had.