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name :: Stasia player :: Upon [[uponthoufaircat]] position :: Composer/Musician group :: L'Ombra |
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Appearance. I am gaunt, bony, frail and ashy. When I was younger, and struggling to eke out the common notes of a contemporary, normal childhood, I was a bit more substantial, muscular, and noticeable by my peers. I suppose in the recent years of my life, I stopped caring about things like hygiene and fashion. It wasn’t easy living in the Hispanic ghetto I was raised in, competing with the richer, more established youths. The things I treasure most are apparent and highlighted by my abstruse anatomy; five cigarette burns from my last lover on my right hand. Viscous scars as they may be, my posture will reflect their existence from one moment to the next as I slouch in my chair, across from you in a bustling café.
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Background.
My family was a homely, normal group. Most of the memories my subconscious coughs up is of dad hunched over the stove, stirring the sizzling remains of some forlorn creature in a cast-iron skillet. Mom was my main inspiration, she taught me all the music theory and technique I possess today. She would tower above me, offering thin words of listless encouragement as I played scales on the piano. It was through music that I was able to gain a sense of self-worth. My personality is small and hopelessly meek, yet when I sit down, and strain to hammer out the opening notes of a piece by Shostakovich, I pray that you’ll hear me through the din.
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Activities. Cry in the mornings, write until I pass out from exhaustion over a mess of lined papers at the piano during nighttime.
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Ideals/Motivations.
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Attitude. Shostakovich’s 14th Symphony |
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