I don’t think anybody can live without music. Music gets people through different phases of life. People in life go from happy to sad to excited to depressed in a second. That’s why so many different genres of music exist today. Rap, Rock, R&B, Country, Tejano, Blues, Hip-hop, Christian, Oldies all different sounds for different people and different times. I believe in music.
Me, I listen to everything, different situations call for a different genre. Before basketball games I listen to rap to get me pumped up. During track season I also listen to rap. In the middle of a race I find myself singing the words to the last song I heard. Its weird but it actually distracts the pain away from my legs and chest and does make me run faster. Rap is also just to go just to go cruising with friends on a Saturday night.
Recently I’ve got into Rock music, I don’t know why but I play the same CD in my car over and over again non stop. The depressing tunes of rock strangely comfort me and the guitar solos give me some sort of weird natural high…and I like it.
Before all the Rap and Rock my dad raised me on country and tejano music. I loved that part of my life the most because when I was little I was always with my dad. I remember coming home with my dad from work and listening to tejano music in his truck.
Music is always on in my house, I wake up to my radio alarm clock, I go to the restroom and turn on the radio, on my way to school my CDs are playing in my car, then at school I listen to my ipod in class. Music has and still is a big part of my life and I know everybody can tell a story or memory about a specific song or genre of music. No matter what race, sex, or age people can relate to music. I believe in music.
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