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Author: Kcamacho (Page 4 of 6)

Rough Draft Unit 1 Project

Intro

I have been making poetry and music for as long as i remember. I was the kid in elementary school free-styling at the lunch table, i was the kid who enjoyed learning new words in English classes, one of the only kids who liked being assigned poetry homework or assignments or learning about poetry in class. I remember teachers telling the class we would focus on poetry in the next class and everyone would get upset except me and when the time came to make our own poetry i remember everyone coming to me for help. It was not until middle school that i started taking my poetry and music seriously. That’s around the time i wrote and recorded a song for the first time. Since then I have only grew with my music but i can easily say the biggest step i have taken to date is when I performed on stage for the first time.

1st body

One night not too many months ago i was out on my way to get some food not far from my neighborhood and as i was on my way to get that fresh, hot beef patty with cheese and pepperoni over cocoa bread that i had been craving all day i see a rap artist who is famous in the underground rap scene that also grew up in the area posted up with a couple of his friends across the street from the pizzeria. I cross the street and greet him and tell him how i like his work he thanks me. I tell him i know its hard to gain traction in the music industry with the type of music he makes because lyrically profound pieces of work arent appreciated today like they once were. He agrees and asks if i make music because he picked up on my passion for what i was saying about music through my tone. I tell him i have been making music for years and he could definitely hear something but that i had to hit the pizzeria first. I ask if he wants anything while i am there, he lets me know that he is fine, then i make my way across the street.

Body 2

I enter the pizzeria in a bit of a nervous state because there have only been a couple times prior that i have performed a song for people other than my childhood friends. I tell myself that right now is not the time to be panicking and i ease up. I order my food and tell the man at the register that i will be back in a few minutes. I then left the pizzeria and made my way across the street back to where the artist was with his friends. When i got there he asked if i was ready and then proceeded to call his friend who also doubled as his manager over to listen as well. I performed one of my most recent songs and after finishing his manager let me know he was impressed, a statement to which the artist agreed to. They took down my information and i took down their’s and as i was getting ready to leave the artist invited me to his album release event which he was holding a week from then. He then handed me a t shirt from his clothing line and told me to wear it on that day and that him and all his friends would be wearing pieces from the clothing line as well. I thanked him told him i would see him there and i made my way home.

Body 3

A week passed and so the day of the album release party came. It was going to be an outside event near where i met the artist which as i mentioned earlier is nearby my home. He had told me to be there at 3 but i wanted to be early to show i cared. I got there around 2:30  with the shirt i was gifted already on and saw the artists’ manager, the man who was with the artists the day i performed the song. He greeted me and let me know that the artist would be here soon. I asked if they needed help setting up and he told me “dont worry about none of that your here to chill today, come sit down with us” and he brought me over to a group of his friends sitting on beach chairs on the corner of the block and introduced me like this, “Yo this is n***a i was telling ya about that come over to us thhe other day and spit his sh!t. Im telling ya, HE GOT IT”. I greeted everyone and took a seat on an empty beach chair. About an hour passed and the artist arrived in his blacked out RAM truck. It was Blacked out from the tinted windows to the custom black rims. He stepped out the truck and instantly a crowd around the truck started to form. Photographers, friends, fans, etc. He welcomed everybody and had to take photos with at least a hundred different people before before the crowd died down. Moments after it died down he made his way over to where i was sitting. He greeted everyone including myself and let me know he appreciated me coming out. We all talked for a while about a bunch of random topics and then he made his way over to help get things going now that he was there. Things such as the food, the DJ, a dunk tank he had set up, and he even got his friend to bring a tow truck with a giant flatbed to use as a stage for him to perform on.

For the next couple hours i just sat there eating and talking with every one, mostly about my music and just music in general. As i was finishing my food, a couple empanadas if you were wondering, i hear the artist announce this on the loud speaker, “yo if i told you that you could perform today go hit the DJ booth and make sure everything is ready for you to get on the flatbed with the mic”. I guess you can say i saw an opportunity and jumped at it because no sooner than he finished announcing this i was next to the artist preparing to have a conversation that i wont soon forget. I told him “yo so wassup you gon let me perform or what, i could do that song i did for you the other day”. After i said this he took a moment to think to himself and then responded “Ight bro go ahead, imma give you this chance, you’ve performed before?”. I responded with but a simple “No” and turned around and made my way to the DJ booth before he could change his mind. I then got set up with the DJ and moments later i was getting on the flatbed with the mic. I had never performed in front of strangers except for the one time i performed to the artist and his manager a week earlier, much less ever been on a stage… flatbed, same thing. My heart was racing and it was even worse when i looked around and saw how big the crowd really was. There had to be at least two hundred people in attendance. I was reminded of how i felt in the pizzeria a week earlier when i was getting ready to perform the same song for the artist and his manager. Its a feeling you love and you hate, like the thrill of a scary roller coaster, or a haunted house, or skydiving, you get the idea. I focused up as I heard my song start to play behind me and before i even started performing the artist tells the DJ to shut it down and tells me to pass him the mic.

Nobody had any idea what was going on and as you can imagine, i was panicking. I pass the mic down to him as i was on stage… flatbed, and he was on the ground and as soon as thr Dj stopped the music he started speaking to gather everybody’s  attention. Everybody got dead silent to hear what he was going to say and what he said shocked me. He spoke into the mic and uttered this, “Yo this n***a be hassling me whenever he see me, but i love it, i can tell he’s hungry. When i tell ya he is hungry i really mean it, he was here two hours before me just to show his dedication”. When he said that it surprised me because he wasn’t around, his manager must have told him. But none the less he continued, “Look, this is what were going to do, this his first time performing so what i need from ya’ll, if its fire make it clear, let him know. If its wack make it clear, let him know”. He then said “I got faith in you so here’s your chance, do something with it” and passed me the mic. The DJ started playing my song and i started performing. I gave that performance my all. By the end i was sweating and out of breath but the energy i brought seemed to have paid off because as soon as i finished i looked up and saw all the cameras taking pictures and videos. I saw the flashes of phones and Polaroid cameras, i heard the cheers and applauds, i saw the whole crowd ecstatic. It was an amazing feeling but that amazing feeling got even better when i saw the artist reaching to give me a handshake. He looked the happiest out of everyone including myself. I will never forget him screaming out the words “There you go! There you go!”. I had just performed for the first time in my career and i couldn’t be happier. A milestone moment i will never forget.

After that day my career has only grown along with my relationship with the artist and his manager. I now consider them my close friends. As for my career, i can easily say it is currently at the highest point its ever been and shows no sign of going anywhere but up. Everyday im with my new friends im learning more about poetry, writing, the music industry, and to be honest, life. I feel as if i am growing in all areas of me. I will always remember that day as the day my life as a writer, poet, artist, changed forever. As im finishing this paper up now im getting ready to go meet up with them at a recording studio to work. Life is great and only getting greater and i owe a lot of it to my first time on stage.

Sept. 27 2021 monday

Free Write At The Beach

I guess you can argue that im at the beach every day since every day you can find me somewhere down coney island. Every long day and every dark night i can be found up and down mermaid ave. But its ironic that living by new yorks most iconic beach is not  – a day at the beach at all. People see the rides, the stands with games, the restaurants, the sand and water but what a lot of people dont see is the real coney island. The coney island i know. Every day, literally every day, you can see homeless laid out down blocks, drunks half conscious on corners and in alley ways, people asking for money, candles for those who have passed lined up block after block after block, and for some who have passed, murals on walls. But its not all bad…

 

Quiz

Verbs

  1. The rhythm of the pounding waves -is- calming
  2. All of the dogs in the neighborhood -were- barking
  3. A high tax, not to mention unemployment, -influences- votes
  4. My friends and my mother -like- each other
  5. The team and the bands -were- on the field
  6. Building a good marriage and building a good log fire -are- similar in many ways
  7. John or Doris -writes- to us regularly
  8. Neither Carol nor Ted -is- excluded from the meeting
  9. Either patty or Tom -was- asked to lead the meeting
  10. Neither the basket nor the apples -were- expensive
  11. Neither the apples nor the basket -was- expensive
  12. Either Maria or you -were- late for class
  13. Either you or Maria -was- late for class
  14. Hardest hit by the high temp.’s and the drought -were- the farmers
  15. Neither of them -like- going to the show
  16. Each of them -has- a good seat
  17. Everybody in the class -has- tickets
  18. Every silver knife, fork, and spoon -has- to be counted
  19. Each cat and dog -has- its own toy
  20. The committee -is- meeting today
  21. Ten mil. g’s of oil -are- a lot of oil
  22. The jury -votes- today
  23. The number is very small
  24. A number of students -were- absent
  25. 10 mil. g’s of oil -were- spilled
  26. The majority of us -is- in favor
  27.  Statistics -are- often misleading
  28. Sheep -stray-

 

Wed. sep. 22 2021

Summary of The Lottery

The piece “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson is a story that takes place in a secluded town with a lot of old school like traditions and tendencies. There is one tradition that has been apart of the town for as long as any of the people living in it can remember, this tradition is the lottery. Throughout the passage we are not told what the lottery exactly is until the end but the author does make it clear that most of the town has sour feelings towards this tradition. For the most part all the families want to put the tradition to an end, all but the elders such as the oldest man of the town, old man Warner. When others mention that other towns have stopped this tradition old man Warner argues that they are foolish. It seems he believes that this tradition brings the town good luck. How the lottery works is all the families of the town gather, the girls mingle, the parents congregate, and the young boys collect stones. When everyone is ready the head of each family draws a paper and once every head has a paper they are allowed to look at it to see if they drew the paper that was tagged the night before. The head who has the tagged paper then gathers his family and they move to the draw box to draw papers on their own. Once every family member has a paper they unfold it to reveal who has the tagged paper. When this whole process happens in the story, a mother and wife to a family is stuck with the tagged paper and the author then reveals to us that the one stuck with this tagged paper is to stand in the middle of all the families and get beaten with the stones gathered by the boys prior to the start of the lottery. The piece ends with the mother preparing for her beating and the father devastated.

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