Personal Narrative: Chris Daniels's Intro To Music Business

On April 4th, 2001, a young man named Ryan Judge was born in a hospital in Munster, Indiana. I haven’t always lived in Lowell, in fact for the first year of my life, I lived in Cedar Lake. When I turned about one year old, my family moved to lowell. I can’t remember anything really important in the years before school, being that I was so young. When I started school, it was quite weird actually. Going to a place to learn, for seven hours a day. I started to notice how small I was when I saw the other kids. For some reason, they were all taller than me. Most people would think that I was bullied for this reason, but I never was. It has never really become an issue in my life, because of one thing. Even when I was younger, I loved to make people laugh. It

His words unraveled a sudden epiphany to my mind. Schwartz's personal views towards his favorite song reminded me of my own bad writing habits. The first thing that came to mind was my incredible method of getting my writing done through the beautiful flow of procrastination. His reflection of the song was an eye-opening conversation, that was because to be an efficient and good writer, I have learned that I must take the time and effort to work hard and produce well thought out works. No more procrastinating and underestimating the easy abilities of what time and effort can truly generate. John Schwartz's gave me the verbal pinch I needed to get back on my feet and spend my time well or else I would just be wasting my time.

I grew up listening to country music since my mother loved it so much. It was her favorite thing to listen to when we would go on long road trips with my father and younger brother throughout the years. Unfortunately, since I listened to it so much, I starting disliking it when I became a teenager. I started believing that country music was only for “older” people. I also thought it was boring and wasn’t the “cool type of music” teenagers are supposed to listen to. I eventually grew out of that stage and started listening to country music again a few years later. The reason I started listening to it again was because of one amazing country artist. My best friend invited me to a Luke Bryan concert in Las Vegas in 2010. At first I was iffy about it since I wasn’t a huge country music fan like her, but then I watched some videos of Luke’s performances and he seemed like a very talented artist. I decided to give it a shot and go. What I thought was going to be an average concert, turned out to be the best concert of my life! Luke put on an amazing performance and touched my heart in so many ways. I pictured

I remember hearing of the death of the “King of Rock and Roll”. It was August of 1977 when I was soon to enter my senior year in high school. I was listening to the radio as most teenagers did back then and heard the unbelievable announcement that Elvis Presley was dead at the young age of 42 years old. He had been found dead in his Graceland bathroom from a heart attack due to an abuse of prescription drugs.

On October 21st, 2015 the blue sky was hiding. You couldn’t see well because of the fog in the air. I interviewed Zach Brown. I was very excited about interviewing Zach because I have heard that he is interesting. Zach is very smart and very funny, so this was fun for me.

As I woke up at 4:00 a.m. I was full of excitement for the concert. My cousin and I got ready for the concert. Before we had to leave for the concert we had to take my cousin’s dog out. When we got back we were on the way to Berkley. The sun was just rising, and when we got there, there was about 200 people already in line. It was only 6:00 a.m.!! While we were in line more and more people lined up behind us. The sun was up and it was still freezing cold. At around noon, it started warming up.

I listened to his music and plunged into a whirlwind of imagination and dreams. I felt endlessly inspired by his production and the way his drums knocked like a baseball to a bat. His lyrics gave me insight to the world around me and everything I may have been oblivious to before. His style showed me that I don’t have to look like everyone else to be successful in your profession. Kanye West was one of the men who opened my eyes in this tornado we call music, and I was finally going to see him live in action.

Throughout my life, I have been taken by music. However, it was not until my 8th grade year in middle school that I realized that I could be a musician for the rest of my life. Before that, music just seemed like something to keep me out of trouble. I wasn’t the best player at that time, and I still knew very little about it all. How could something like that ever support someone? Still, it was the only talent that I could find any success in, and it was still very enjoyable, so I wanted to still give it a shot.

The events that took place on June 1st, 2013 is almost a blur, although, the sensation has always been ever so clear to me. I felt alive. I felt enchanted. And I felt wanted. Almost every little problem vanished for that one specific night. Who would’ve thought a single person can make you feel invincible? Cristian, was nearly the opposite the person I was. He was true rock and roll, and I was merely the product of the mainstream rock phenomena. He almost seemed very opinionated as I had always kept to myself, It was odd and a little unexpected. Although we both are very timid from the naked eye, to my surprise he was actually very witty and humorous. One lonely night at a park was the beginning of a very long and faithful friendship.

Working with music takes a certain type of patients. That’s why when I knew this project was present, I had the perfect person in mind because I worked so close with this person once before. So, I decided to gather my resources and get in contact with our family friend Dr. Snodgrass who is the superintendent of the Fort Osage R-1 School District and ask if I could receive her email so I could set up a facetime call with her and get this interview on the road. Her name Is Erica Gregory and she is a high school band teacher at Fort Osage located in Independence Missouri. The reasons I decided to interview her were simple. First, she was my star time teacher which meant she was my study hall teacher. As a freshman coming into high school and being placed in a study hall class

There comes a time in everyone’s life when there is a fork in the road and we must

When I was in seventh grade, I joined the school band. I thought about what instrument I should play, and decided to play the clarinet. I started playing in school and discovered that I had a slight talent for it.

It takes a village-- a village to help others grow and prosper in their lives. When someone cries out, another picks them up. When someone struggles, another guides them. I came to this realization in my third year of high school, and it has shifted my viewpoint from selfishness to selflessness.

I consider my involvement with the music department to be the most meaningful extracurricular activity that I have given my time to throughout all four years of my high school career. Not only have I participated in many of the activities we host, I humbly believe that I have also become an ambassador who enhances the morale of my friends, family, and neighbors. Being drum major automatically puts me in a position of ambassadorial duties. However, I have reached out further into the my school and community by leading and organizing a saxophone quartet. We have performed at shopping centers, school ceremonies, concerts, festivals, and by administrative request. I plan on donating the hundreds of dollars we have collected to local charities in

My name appears on the projector screen, and I begin to walk towards the mat I am assigned to. My mother follows in fear with every step she takes, and my father assures that I am already heading to my mat. As my mother and I pace to the mat I realize my opponent is walking in front of us, we both reach the mat at the same time and I choose my side and begin a light warm up, while my mother runs to my father and they begin to analyze the situation. Two matches ahead of mine, the nerves begin to set in, and I realize there is no way back, each personality tries to emerge from the inner depths of my body but none of them can comprehend the goal I set by choosing to compete. Music begins to blast in my ears, unlike other athletes that listen to rap, hip-hop, or “normal” music, the sound that bursts my eardrums is the Hamilton soundtrack.