Rejection #1 WHOOO!!!!!

10 Nov

So a philosophy I am trying to follow now is as follows: Cherish your “No’s” as much as your “Yes’s” because you can learn equally from both of them. So, I am going to post all of my rejections here, how I feel about them, and what I have learned.

Rejection: I did not make finals at TEXOMA NATS.

How I feel: Pretty good. I’m just a freshman in college anyway, I’ll have many more opportunities. And I can partially blame my failure on the fact that directly after the prelim rounds, I got a cold, and that attributed to my less than par semifinals performance. I’m glad that I knew I did poorly, because it would have hurt a lot more if I had thought I did well and still not made it.

What I learnt: Winning isn’t everything. Even though I did not place, I still made semifinals, and still got to see Lawrence Brownlee live! I also learnt the importance of having a good, solid technique, and the level at which judges of college competitions judge (which is much higher than that of high school!) Overall, I had a great experience and would consider myself successful in cherishing my rejection!


My Skills

30 Oct

This post might be redundant, but I’m doing this for accessibility purposes. Quite simply, I’m just gonna list my skills. Ready? Go!

I’m a tenor: I specialize in Handel and Rossini, but I’m flexible and can do contemporary classical and modern music

I am a male soprano: Also specializing in Handel

I am a multi-instrumentalist: I play electric, and acoustic/classical guitar, electric bass, piano, and ocarina

I am a composer: I will make some of my compositions available to you here soon, and I am willing to do commission work

I am a teacher: I’m willing to teach beginners of music how to not only play well, but feel well while playing music





What Drives Me?

25 Sep


Disclaimer: This post is shorter

I sing because it makes me happy. I practice because it makes me feel accomplished. I compose because I think life is beautiful. So what motivates me to do these things?

My friends motivate me, attractive women motivate me, wonderful teachers motivate me, and demolishing the Indian stereotype of musicians and artists not being able to support themselves motivates me.

Of course fear of failure motivates me as well.

I am motivated by the desire to better myself and be the best I can be personally. Since I can always better myself, I will always be motivated to sing more, perform more, compose more, and overall, spread music more!

Most of all, I am motivated by what I can do to people, how I can move and change them for the better with my music. 

Storytime #2

18 Sep

Once upon a time, there was an old, worn, recluse. He lived in a small cottage in a forest just north of town. Every night, he would go into the woods and sing an ancient folk tune and play his mandolin, his only precious heirloom. He would get a drink of water from the stream, eat the berries off of the shrubbery and stare into the night sky, looking at the twinkling stars and the moon. He would sleep during the day, and nobody would even notice his presence . . . nobody except for one woman. This woman was always restless and would never sleep at night. She would delight in hearing those folk songs that sounded like echoes from the past resonating in the halls of the present. One day, she went out to the forest at midnight to meet the wonderful musician who was the reason for her restlessness. Startled and nervous beyond belief, the recluse couldn’t even talk because he had not talked to a live human in at least a couple of years. He tried to form the words but just couldn’t, so he picked up his mandolin and sang a song of olden days. His voice was pure and yet still full of emotion, and the woman listened intently. The sounds of the song blended with the wind and the trees rattling as the woman laid her hands on his shoulders, but he turned away. He didn’t know better, but the woman began to cry, and he started to cry as well. They sat in the forest crying together about many things; crying tears of joy for the beauty of the music and the nature, and tears of suffering because of the language barrier.

The woman did not give up on him.

She started to give him wholesome food from the market in town and taught his voice to speak again. The old man’s family had left him long ago because he had been accused of being involved with black magic, but in reality he just wanted to make music. Soon he was nursed back to a state suitable for living in their society, but he refused to leave the forest. He made his home there and did not want to go away from the trees that comforted him when his parents didn’t.

The woman was persistent.

She advertised in the town of an ancient bard who can take their troubles away with one song, and soon the old man had a crowd before him, in front of his cottage in the forest. He softly began to play his folk tunes for the crowd until he heard a familiar voice cry out “Brother!” He froze, standing there in shock before he started to run to the sound source. The mayor of the town was reunited with his brother that his family had exiled and there was no trace of suffering in either of their hearts, no pangs of revenge, not a single angry word was spoken, only the most genuine of love. The audience was moved and erupted in a thunderous applause and the two brothers, the wife of the mayor brother, and the woman ruled the land with fairness, justice, music, and most of all, love.


I see the man in the forest in my life all the time, in my late guitar teacher, in my choir director, in the humble antisocial kid who is an amazing watercolor artist. I try to take to the principles of this man to heart. He was hard working, loving, infinitely forgiving, not afraid to show emotion, and self-sufficient. I also try to take to the values of the woman as she was appreciative of simplicity, and very perseverant. Most of all, I believe love and music can conquer all things. 

My Hork Wabits

10 Sep

I work. The end.

I wish it were that easy to say, but alas, it is not. I do not work sometimes. I work under very specific conditions, but these conditions vary. I usually like complete silence when I work, but that usually never happens as I am writing this while my friend is bothering me.

Bother . . . bother . . .

See, I’m already getting distracted. I get distracted easily, but when I focus really hard I can get things done. I do like to take frequent breaks, and I usually fall asleep after I’m just about done with my assignments.

Something smells like apples . . .

It’s probably my apple candy. I eat one every day. I do tend to follow routines, but I’m not entirely a fan of them. Every now and then, I’d like to mix it up and try some of the methods suggested by the Harvard University press, such as studying in a different place, or studying two subjects at once.

I like to exercise physically about twice a week focusing on both cardio and toning. I enjoy ballroom dancing as well.

I apologize, this blog post is erratic and rather unprofessional, but quite honestly, so are my studying habits, but they tend to work for me. I would like to be a little more organized so that I can avoid procrastination by knowing/doing assignments in advance. I believe knowing my faults will help me improve, so hopefully my constantly changing work habits will become more efficient in the near future.

My History, or More Accurately, My Story

3 Sep


Hello all, I’m Vinnie!

I would like to talk a little bit about my journey (hence the title of my page.) If you haven’t already read my “About Me!” segment, please do that so that you aren’t in the dark. 

So before my spiel, I’d like to share with you the lyrics to one of my songs, “My Story.”

     I swear that baby one day I’ll find the answers to all my questions, 

     cause I’m tired of living quietly keeping inside of my all my confessions.

. . . Yep, that’s basically what entitles my past so far, looking for the answers to my questions.

I started playing piano at the age of 6 . . . or 7. My first piano teacher was honestly horrible. She did not teach my how to read music, and because of that, I developed a very good ear. Since then I have obviously quit piano, but I have not stopped playing and the piano experience has greatly helped me compose and arrange songs. 

My friends forced me to join choir in 8th grade, although I had always thought very badly of my voice. Before I knew it, I was section leader and trying out for the TMEA All-State choir!

Though I did very well in academics, I did not fair so well in the social aspects of middle and high school. I got ostracized because of my ethnicity, my religion (or lack thereof, I’m still trying to settle in on what I believe in), and my social awkwardness. It was great (initiate sarcasm.) I had turned to music for my troubles and I can honestly say, that is the one thing that got me through everything.

Here I am at SMU and although I have come so far, I’ve got so far to go! As much as I loved telling you about my past, I hate dwelling on it, and I’d rather spend my time working to find the answers to all my questions, and by golly, I’ll do it!