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Making Music – For A Better Monday Style

Making Music

Finding and Pursuing Our True Passion in Life

Although the title of this post is Making Music, this post is, in fact, more about finding and pursuing our true passion in life. This true passion of mine happened to be making rock music, but I believe that it can actually be pretty much anything as long as the true passion factor is there. This is definitely not a “how-to” post. For this starting point, I decided to rather share with you the story of how making rock music and playing in bands acted as a guiding factor and pretty much shaped my entire life. Despite all the sacrifices I’ve chosen to make in order to peruse my dream, it has pretty much brought me all the joy and positive things I highly value in life. Without this passion of mine, I am certain that my professional career and my finances would be better off today, but my life and my personal history would most likely be way duller. Finding my true passion relatively early on was certainly a blessing in order to turn this life that was given to me into an exciting adventure. That said, not having found our true passion yet, and going out there to find it, can turn itself into an exciting and enriching adventure as well. I hope that some elements of my 28-year-old story of pursuing something I am deeply passionate about can contribute to inspiring others to pursue or find their true passion in life.

My First Exposure to John Bonham in Ankara

I had the chance to grow up in a home where music was highly appreciated. My parents (especially my dad) were into the 70s rock and classical music. At a very early age, while we were still living in the Turkish capital Ankara, I was exposed to bands like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and composers such as Mahler, Beethoven and more. Besides all these great names, I personally was fascinated by what was after fact called the Turkish Psychedelic Rock movement. As a child, I was a great fan of artists such as Barış Manço, Cem Karaca, and Erkin Koray. For me, they were more than just rock stars. I used to perceive them as some kinds of superheroes. Besides the fact that they played great music in a language I could understand, they also had big Turkish mustaches just like my dad did. The ‘stache element alone could have sufficed to raise them to the superhero status for me at that time, but the reality was that they were fascinating in all aspects of their music and image.Continue reading

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Writing 101 – For A Better Monday Style

Writing 101

My Personal History with Regards to Writing

Learning How to Write in Turkish

As a child I wasn’t too much interested in school. To the point when I was attending first grade at the elementary school in Ankara Türkiye, halfway through the school year I was the only one in class who still wasn’t able to write. I suspect my school teacher thinking that I was retarded. At one point we had a long religious holiday weekend. Before the recess, the school teacher met with my mom and told her that I was the only one in class who could not read and write. For the holidays my family had plans to go Bursa to visit my uncle’s side of the family. It ended up being vacation time for everyone in the family except for me. My mom turned the Bursa trip into a writing labor camp so  I can move out from my illiterate situation. Even to this day when I think of the actual trip, the only memory I have, is me sitting at the dinner table with my books, and learning how to write in Turkish. Once the holiday was over and it was time for us to go back to Ankara, I had learned how to read and write. In that sense the writing labor camp was a success. Even though, I had the worst time of my life during that actual holiday in Bursa, I am extremely thankful that my mom took the initiative and forced me to learn how to write in my native language.

Learning How to Write in French

A couple years later my family decided to move to the French speaking part of Switzerland. I was a third grader in Türkiye at that time. If you ask me, I was more of a dreamer, and a terrible student, still not very interested in school work, but somehow I was getting good grades and nobody was giving me trouble. Moving to Switzerland meant that in terms of reading and writing I had to start the entire learning process all over again. Continue reading