Yesterday I had my first Flamenco Guitar lesson. It was a liberating experience.
I've always wanted to learn percussion guitar. Ever since I watched Rodrigo and Gabriela live in Bonnaroo, I knew that it was the kind of style I want to adopt in my music. I am leaning more towards the indie/folk/flamenco style.
After the lesson, the owner and my guitar teacher played a few songs for me. My mind was blown away by the intensity of expression and passion in the songs. I realized that I have never sang with much emotion before. Flamenco is truly the music of the soul. I'm obsessed.
Music makes me feel alive. Whenever I am creating music with my hands or voice, I feel as if I am in sync with the universe.
I am learning this song on Monday. So excited!
Friday, June 21, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Karla
I don't remember the exact moment I met Karla, but I knew that we would be lifelong friends.
We met at a youth group. There was something that I loved about youth group culture: the interesting messages, the genuine fellowship and fun games. But above all, the most encouraging factor was to see young people who loved God and served Him passionately. We eventually stopped going, but our friendship blossomed and remained.
Karla would come over my house and we would make Italian food. I would go over her house and we would cook Salvadoran food. Afterwards, we would read Proverbs, meditate and share from our hearts. She introduced me to different personality theories and how to read people. We would also discuss literature and practice French. Our friendship was golden.
Of course we had our fair share of romantic interests and heart-breaks. We even had nicknames for the guys we went out with: "the Jewish", "the Jehovah Witness", "the Guitarist", "the Non-stop Talker", "the Combo", etc. We had a varied taste back then, but none of them worked out. I was there for her when she broke up with her boyfriend. She was there when I broke up with my best friend. We would read Psalms and pray whenever we went through major ordeals in our lives.
Our friendship evolved over the years. Even though I went to Canada to study, I would always meet up with her whenever I visited home. She is one of the few people that I really care about in my life.
This year I had the honour to embark on a journey with her to celebrate her 30th birthday and 7 years of our friendship. And as she said, once we hit the 7-year mark, this friendship is bound to last for a lifetime.
We met at a youth group. There was something that I loved about youth group culture: the interesting messages, the genuine fellowship and fun games. But above all, the most encouraging factor was to see young people who loved God and served Him passionately. We eventually stopped going, but our friendship blossomed and remained.
Karla would come over my house and we would make Italian food. I would go over her house and we would cook Salvadoran food. Afterwards, we would read Proverbs, meditate and share from our hearts. She introduced me to different personality theories and how to read people. We would also discuss literature and practice French. Our friendship was golden.
Of course we had our fair share of romantic interests and heart-breaks. We even had nicknames for the guys we went out with: "the Jewish", "the Jehovah Witness", "the Guitarist", "the Non-stop Talker", "the Combo", etc. We had a varied taste back then, but none of them worked out. I was there for her when she broke up with her boyfriend. She was there when I broke up with my best friend. We would read Psalms and pray whenever we went through major ordeals in our lives.
Our friendship evolved over the years. Even though I went to Canada to study, I would always meet up with her whenever I visited home. She is one of the few people that I really care about in my life.
This year I had the honour to embark on a journey with her to celebrate her 30th birthday and 7 years of our friendship. And as she said, once we hit the 7-year mark, this friendship is bound to last for a lifetime.