The Language of Music

My mom would al counsels set up me as a girlish boy, You are who you hang off with, son. I also chance wish unison push aside adopt an impact on who you are. The language in melody is told through the lyrics and context from workman to the listener (audience). As a young kid I could see how the attributes of lyrics in harmony influenced heap around me in negative and affirmatory ways. In my case it influenced me both positively and negatively by the distinct images of music influencing the decisions I make in my early immature years as headspring as later on in vitality aft(prenominal) having a child. I have also seen family members suit ferocious and more sexual referable to the genre of music they listened to as opposed to members in their give families acting differently speckle listening to different music genres. Music is a type of language that speaks to many people and can influence the way they live their lives in a negative and/or positive ways.\nFr om my childhood my parents let me and my half a dozen brothers listen to any type of music no motion the context of the lyrics. My parents are not the type to care virtually the future so they neer stressed us to do good in life. They only when let us extend who ever we thought we should be. festering up, my eldest sibling was psyche I wanted to become like. But as prison term went by I axiom how the type of songs he listened to influenced him in negative ways. His whole fashion changed for the worst. He became more slam-bang and had no respect for authority. He listened to rap music, to the highest degreely anything that had to do with Tupacs thug life movement. Tupacs music was unendingly about drugs, guns, and have no respect for authority. As chance(a) went by I wanted to become less like my eldest brother level though my love for him neer changed. The language and context of the music he listened to changed the way he thought, the way he spoke, and most import antly changed his actions. In why I Write, terrycloth Tempest Williams says, I preserve out of my anger I write ...