Tag Music
When it comes to developing software, I like to have a clear vision of what the software should do. Before I ever even start coding, I plan things out, then write a map of what they code should do. Without… Continue Reading →
Without any doubt, music is a subjective experience. Some folks love country, some love jazz. Some people detest Metallica, and I think those people are insane. Other people listen to classical and allow it to bathe them in calming tones…. Continue Reading →
Our ancestors can either haunt us, or they can guide us. When it comes to my family, I can’t say I’m all that familiar with them. Or even, who they are. Specifically, I never knew my grandfather, Ernest Rocha. He… Continue Reading →
I can’t say that I understand my grandfather’s panacoustic system. At least, I don’t understand it, yet. From what I’ve gathered thus far, my grandfather, Ernest Rocha Sr., developed this musical system as his response to what her learned as… Continue Reading →
I sit back and wonder, “is life one big accident?” there are times when I think, yes, it’s all one big random exercise in accidental accidents. But those times usually occur when I’m frustrated or upset about something I either… Continue Reading →
I can’t help but reminisce about my visit to the Sam Ash music store in Midtown Manhattan. The energy within the store was nothing short of magical. However, nothing in the store jazzed me up more that the repair shop… Continue Reading →
I love reading formal studies. Many add to the bodies of knowledge of subjects with which I’m concerned and interested. One such study was one that sought to show whether or not music can increase feelings of power. The study… Continue Reading →
I looked out my hallway window and watched the sky turn bright rust. The thing inside of me, which I have come to understand as the Call to Aztlan, pulled me out of bed before the sun climbed into view:… Continue Reading →
I look out my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. The thing inside of me pulled me out of bed before the sun climbed into view: It needed to express. I needed to walk downstairs and play… Continue Reading →
Saw and heard George Thorogood his guitar sounded like the damned finding their salvation crying for their reprieve I played my guitar today wouldn’t have melted warm butter but it felt good to play and I was glad I… Continue Reading →
