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ANITA GABRIELLA'S SYMPHONY OF MUSIC

About Me




I was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was surrounded by music at an early age I started playing the violin in elementary school. My Aunt Natalie gave me her violin so that I would have an instrument to play and continue throughout my life. I went to Skyline High School, U.C. Davis, U.C. Berkeley, Stanford and Emory University. I studied Music (Violin, Viola, Cello, Bass & Piano) and Dance (Ballet, Modern,Jazz & African) in School. I grew up surrounded by alot of bay area talent such as Sly and the Family Stone. Bands were always playing in my neighborhood. It was not surprising to run into Larry Graham or the Whispers or some of our famous Bay Area talents on the way to school or out for an evening of fun.Thank God for Music and Arts in Schools!
The Violin - the sweet old Amati! - the divine Stradivarius! Played on by ancient MAESTROS until the bow-hand lost its power and the flying fingers stiffened. Bequeathed to the passionate, young enthusiast, who made it whisper his hidden love, and cry his inarticulate longings, and scream his untold agonies, and wail his monotonous despair. Passed from his dying hand to the cold VIRTUOSO, who let it slumber in its case for a generation, till, when his hoard was broken up, it came forth once more and rode the stormy symphonies of royal orchestras, beneath the rushing bow of their lord and leader. Into lonely prisons with improvident artists; into convents from which arose, day and night, the holy hymns with which its tones were blended; and back again to orgies in which it learned to howl and laugh as if a legion of devils were shut up in it; then again to the gentle DILETTANTE who calmed it down with easy melodies until it answered him softly as in the days of the old MAESTROS. And so given into our hands, its pores all full of music; stained, like the meerschaum, through and through, with the concentrated hue and sweetness of all the harmonies which have kindled and faded on its strings. Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Member Since: 7/3/2008
Band Members: ANITA GABRIELLA

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Influences:

Nat King Cole, Quincy Jones, Count Bassie,Billie Holiday,Aretha Franklin, Herbie Hancock, Al Jarreau, George Benson,Gerald Albright, Branford Marsalis, Wynton Marsalis, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Joe Williams, John Williams,Sting
Carlos Santana, Pete Escovedo & Escovedo Family, Sheila E, Prince, Mark Anthony, Jennifer Lopez, Sly and the Family Stone, The Whispers, Larry Graham & the Graham Central Station,The Commodores, Chaka Khan, Mya, Tower of Power & Lenny Williams, Natalie Cole, Sade, Toni Braxton, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Anita Baker

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A Brave And Startling Truth
A Brave And Startling Truth We, this people on a small and lonely planet Traveling through causal space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we discover A brave and startling truth And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And alow the pure air to cool our palms When we come to it When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean When battlefields and coliseum No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters Up with the bruised and bloody grass To lie in identical plots in foreign lands When the rapacious storming of churches The screaming racket in the temples have ceased When the pennants are waving gaily When the banners of the world tramble Stoutly in the good, clean breeze When we come to it When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders And children dress their dolls in flags of truce When land mines of death have been removed And the aged may walk into evenings of peace When religious ritual is not perfumed By the incense of burning flesh And childhood dreams are not kicked awake By nightmares of abuse When we come to it Then we will confess that not the Pyramids With their stones set in mysterious perfection Not the Garden of Babylon Hanging as eternal beauty In our collective memory Not the Grand Canyon Kindled in delicious color By Western sunsets Not the Danube flowing in its blue soul into Europe Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji Stretching to the rising sun Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mssissippi who, without favor, Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores These are not the only wonders of the world When we come to it We, this people, on this miniscule and kithless globe Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade, the dagger Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace We, this people on this mote of matter In whose mouths abide cantankerous words Which challenge our existance Yet out of those same mouths Can come songs of such exquisite sweetness That the heart falters in its labor And the body is quieted into awe We, this people, on this small and drifting planet Whose hands can strike with such abandon That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness That the haughty neck is happy to bow And the proud back is glad to bend Out of such chaos, of such contradiction We learn that we are neither devils or divines When we come to it We, this people, on this wayward, floating body Created on this earth, of this earth Have the power to fashion for this earth A climate where every man and every woman Can live freely without sanctimonious piety And without crippling fear When we come to it We must confess that we are the possible We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world That is when, and only when!!!! BY MAYA ANGELOU

MUCH LOVE ALWAYS ANITA GABRIELLA

Record Label: THE WMSSMYTHE GROUP
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

MY WEEKLY COMMENTS~OF A LIFE

 Of a life-To experience lifes beauty and all it can be. For every thought, emotion felt consists of energy. And those that you allow to grow is what life comes to be! XX~Of a life thats filled with...
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THE PERFECT PLAN

The Perfect Plan Do you sometimes feel that lifes unfair, that future hope is bleak?Do your day to day experiences leave your spirit feeling weak?Do you ever think the joys in life are reserved for j...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:20:00 GMT

CAN WE TALK?

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