Views from the balconies

Looking down from the 7th floor balcony in the west building, you see all of Lexington Ave, with the cars zooming and people bustling around on the street beneath you. It is amazing to me how the bridge connecting the west and east building is large and industrial looking, and yet seems to float gracefully above the business below. If you were a passerby on the street, perhaps driving down Lexington on your way to an important meeting, you would never even notice that there was a college full of students and faculty making their way to class right above your head. The college life and busy NYC traffic do not intrude on one another, but still mesh together in one area in a seamless way.

When you walk out onto the balcony of the west building, it is like all of the stress of class and the worrying of trying to get everything done in such a short amount of time seems to roll off your shoulders. It is a spacious landing, full of greenery and fresh air under an afternoon sun. When it is still in the in-between from summer transitioning to autumn, there are many groups of friends who congregate here, trying to take in as much sun and warmth as they can before it is too cold to even think about venturing outside. There are plenty of tables and chairs circling the building, so whether you want along time to read a book or gather around with all your friends, you can sit back and escape the hustle and bustle inside.

Sometimes the weather is just right and the background of the people chatting and cars driving below is enough to make you close your eyes and drift to sleep.

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Artist Statement

My mother once told me that when I was a little girl, I would sing along to all the old songs that would play on the radio. There I would be, singing at the top of my lungs in the back seat, the wind whipping my long brown hair in my eyes and my cheeks burning because I was smiling so broadly. I didn't care....I sang, and sang, and sang until my throat was sore and I was out of breath. Songs like My Boyfriend's Back by The Angels and Oh, What A Night by The Four Seasons would be stuck on repeat in my head while I was at school. When I'd get home, I would put on my cassette tape of The Bee Gees my mother had given to me and dance all around the living room with my arms stretched up, pretending I was on stage in front of millions of people. Even now, I find myself bobbing along on the 6th train or down Lexington to artists such as Janis Joplin, The Zombies, Loretta Lynn, and Don McLean.

I'm convinced that music runs in my veins; quarter notes and A chords swimming and dancing with red blood cells, coursing through my arteries and pumping through my center. It wakes me up in the morning, puts one foot in front of the other, brushes my teeth, boards the train, taps my foot, bobs my head, blinks my eyes, lays my head down, and puts dreams in my head while I'm asleep. It's not only a part of me, but is me; my whole being is one long sheet of music that evolves and changes as I grow up.

I mix, write, sing,and overall produce all types of music. I mostly use Garageband and simple recording tools on my mac, but in the spring I am transferring to NYCC Tech in Brooklyn to further my education on how to mix and master music. Whether that be in a recording studio or in a sound booth at a rock concert, THAT'S where I want to be. My goal is to help spread all types of music worldwide and get local talents recognized by bigger companies. To get an artist's small town dream come true is my ultimate goal.