Music!

I don’t really know how to start this post. I am thinking of something “cool” to say, try to be mysterious and all that but it’s not working. So, I will just go ahead and start, just like that.

Today it was an easy day. I love it when this happens. I love it when the day is easy-going, without rush and panic and make you hate everything around you. I had days like this, but not today and for that I am happy. I wish every day was like today actually. Now that I am thinking about it… nah, maybe not. We need bad days too. It’s like they say, “the spice in our lives”.

Today I thought to make a post about something that I really, really love and I want you to know about. I love MUSIC! I am certain; I cannot live without music in my life. I work in the music business. I make music every day. And when I am not working, I listen to all kind of music. I studied music for many, many years. I compose, arrange, record, edit, mix and release music.

Music is so exciting. Can you imagine the world without it? How unfortunate that would be? I don’t want to think about it. People listen to music when they are happy, sad, mad, and angry, in love, in grief, in loneliness or with thousands of people around them. Music has changed the world, as we know it. There is almost a song for every situation you are into. Good or bad.

A lot of times I find myself listening to a song and all kind of memories come in front of me. We link music with our lives, with important moments that happened to us. How many times have you been somewhere and you listened to a familiar song that changed your mood? I am positive, a lot.

Music is my hideaway. No, I don’t have a special place to go like a lot of people do. I just have music. I can’t explain it. It just has a huge impact in my life. I guess it’s in my family. My father was the one who introduce me to music, from a very young age. You see he is a guitar player and singer. I am thankful he was kind to always support me in my decision to let music guide my life.

I have no regrets choosing music over my family. This is the reason after all I had to move from my country to a new place. Having high hopes that music will reward me some day. And I can see already, it’s working. It was worth it. All the years of hard work and study, finally come handy.

This is a piano song I wrote. It’s more new age piano than classical. Maybe some of you out there know how to play the piano. Feel free to read the music sheet and play it yourself. It’s on Bb with free tempo, well kind of. You will figure it out, I am sure.

Be well, friends.

Second post and thoughts!

Here comes my second post in this new world of mine. I have to admit, every day I am getting more and more addicted into blogging. I read several blogs, just miscellaneous and randomly but I also realize I am following a few blogs daily. I have bookmarked some in my favorites and I visit them regularly. Strange, but I feel like reading these blogs I get to meet the people behind them. Normal, everyday people talking about their daily routine. It's almost like spying them. I know what happened to them, but they don't know that I do. Weird.

Well after my first post I realize why people blog. Thanks to a friend who comment on it and open my eyes and mind to what blogging is. So, thank you for taking a minute to read my blog and reply.

The last couple of days I have been busy working. I like my job, it's something I actually look forward to do every day. I know a lot of people not being happy with what they do and always complain and wish they could live their dreams. I feel very lucky being able to do exactly that. Living my dream. Or to be precise, having my dream job.

It rained, today and yesterday. Summer is almost over and you can tell by these first rains. I like it. Fall is my favorite season. Summer comes second so I am also a little bit sad. I am sure I won't be anymore when the leaves start falling from the trees and everything dresses up with strong colors.

I have to say, I am not American. So sometimes I do mistakes. Grammar and syntax that is. Don't be a stranger, let me know what I did wrong so I can learn better. I have been living in America, though, for 2 years so hopefully I am getting better. I had to leave my country and relocate because of my job. I miss my family and friends every now and then but I don't regret it. Especially now with the technology, at least I am able to talk to them whenever I feel like it. Using Skype is a must!

I have a work visa (called H1B) that allows me to stay in the country for 3 years as an alien immigrant. I pay taxes, have a Social Security Number and the whole deal but insurance. Probably the biggest problem in the Unites States nowadays I would say. Health care is really expensive here, the government should have a closer look on that. For the rest, I love living here. My plan is to get a Green Card and live here for the rest of my life.

I love to travel though, and because of my job I get to travel frequently. I have been in 2 out of 5 (some would say 4) continents. Well, being a European it was easy to do that. I travelled in several European countries and some North American as well. I would love to go in Asia. It's one of the greatest places in the human history if you ask me. The culture is overwhelming.

I am watching this new show on VH1 called "The Pickup Artist" and I have to say it's hilarious. The thing is, I don't know what is more funny. The guys who act so bizarre (following their "teachers" advices) to get to meet a woman in a night club, or the girls in the clubs that actually fall for it. I think it's ridiculous. I understand people having problems meeting women but putting yourself in this position, having the whole nation watching you paying attention to this super weird (the least) "master", is pathetic. Isn't? What's even worse, is that people actually paying him thousands of dollars to "teach" them what it should come natural.

I wonder, when did the world changed that much? Is it really that difficult to meet women? Are you really so scared to go talk to a woman that you feel the world falling around you? Or, I say, you are always looking for the "Hollywood"-like women and don't pay attention to the rest? I wouldn't be surprised. You have been brain-washed for a long time, after all. Beauty is not always what it seems and if you ask me, it is definitely overrated.

Anyway, this turns out to be longer than I thought. Be healthy and enjoy your life.

Peace!

First post, first thoughts!

Alright, let’s try this, I have been reading blogs from all over the world for quite a while now. I never actually thought of building one myself. I couldn’t see the reason why. I was always wondering, how do these people do that? How someone is able to write about his life, his daily routine, things that happened to his family, private stuff, without being afraid. I still don’t understand it. I still wonder why am I doing this. I guess I realize I have nothing to loose, or do I? I don’t know. This is very confusing. I am writing this, knowing, or better hoping, that people will read it, relate to it and reply. That’s my goal. Having as much replies as possible, or not? Isn’t this one of the reasons people write blogs? Is it not an alternate of being the popular kid in high school? Even here, in this organized chaos named Internet? Or better, especially here, were you may be anonymous if you choose to.

How do people choose the subject of their blogs? Do they put as much effort as I do right now writing my very first post ever? Maybe to some, comes natural. Certainly not to me, I have to try a lot putting words to my thoughts and feelings. After all, I never did this. I don’t know what to write. I have no idea. I just write random things coming to my mind while I type. Does it make any sense? Am I the only one feeling like this? And if I am, what does it mean? Am I different? Is it good or bad? Why do I have to over-think stuff and confuse me, and you, now that you read my thoughts.

I am 26 years old. I am healthy. I have a pretty exciting life. I have good friends and I am close with my family, but still… I feel like something is missing. I feel like I have to write about myself and let people know what is happening in my life. Strange. People I don’t even know. People who probably don’t even care. Or do they? And if they do, then why? They don’t know me, I am nothing to them. But maybe, maybe, they relate to me. Yes, maybe that’s what it is. I don’t know.

I am writing this listening to Wagner’s “Tannhauser”. This is my first post/blog and I don’t know what to expect. Time will tell I guess.

Enjoy your weekend!