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Symphony No. 1 follows a very dark, yet redeeming, autobiographical arc that not only is personal, but spiritual in nature. A lot of people are sensitive to the world around them; the colors, the sounds, the smells, etc. Where some see blue or green, they see aquamarine. Where some just hear music, they hear the story behind it. The nature of these people, their heightened awareness of the beauty around them, and the everyday mundane could be both a blessing and a curse. They have something they want to give to the world that most others do not, yet upon their expression it is as if the world does not want to hear it. Counterintuitively, this same world demands them to speak. This juxtaposition and internal struggle could lead one to take their pain as a lash or a burn, but, unfortunately, for some, they will never find relief until they have left this world. With that said, I have written what I believe is a music incarnation of one who sees the beauty in all things, yet has struggled in the past with the weight of the world upon his back, the tyranny of this past within his present, and the hopeful and spiritual nature of his future self to be a constant reminder that he does not have to remain a victim to what has tormented him. And that, my friends, is what makes such a piece important enough to be written.
Symphony No. 1 follows a very dark, yet redeeming, autobiographical arc that not only is personal, but spiritual in nature. A lot of people are sensitive to the world around them; the colors, the sounds, the smells, etc. Where some see blue or green, they see aquamarine. Where some just hear music, they hear the story behind it. The nature of these people, their heightened awareness of the beauty around them, and the everyday mundane could be both a blessing and a curse. They have something they want to give to the world that most others do not, yet upon their expression it is as if the world does not want to hear it. Counterintuitively, this same world demands them to speak. This juxtaposition and internal struggle could lead one to take their pain as a lash or a burn, but, unfortunately, for some, they will never find relief until they have left this world. With that said, I have written what I believe is a music incarnation of one who sees the beauty in all things, yet has struggled in the past with the weight of the world upon his back, the tyranny of this past within his present, and the hopeful and spiritual nature of his future self to be a constant reminder that he does not have to remain a victim to what has tormented him. And that, my friends, is what makes such a piece important enough to be written.