Eddie Kam 3/1/2021
English 11000
Cover Letter
The audience of my essay was my fellow classmates and other people around my age. A lot of the language I use can be classified as conversation and informal. Recently I started reading “The Aliens” by Annie Baker and many of the language choices she uses are conversational and the reason I decided to follow in that is to give the perception that my struggles and eventual triumphs in writing music can be relatable to others too.
I learned that if I type at the computer I will struggle to form ideas/reflections but if I go to the park and I write in my journal I can write pages upon pages. I also have started to understand that the language I use in my lyrics and the language I used to write this essay are completely different and almost contrasting.
Concepts like having a driving purpose throughout the entire song was something that most impacted my learning through this piece.
This phase has helped me explore one specific learning outcome which would be to “Recognize and practice key rhetorical terms and strategies when engaged in writing situations”. For example I kept bringing up specific lines in my paper and driving home the purpose of my piece is about discovering more about literacy. I specifically remember after class one day I went to the park, sat down and started writing and it felt like a rush of the strategies we learned in class coming out on the paper.
Eddie Kam 3/1/2021
English 11000
L&L Narrative
I have always had two passions in life. Music and Theater. I didn’t realize how strongly these two are connected until the summer of 2018. It was the summer before my senior year of high school. I didn’t know what I wanted to study in college. Music or Theatre. So I took it upon myself to audition for the new york state summer theater program. This meant that for the entire month of July I would be upstate in Delhi new york. A town that looks like a salad bowl with the sides being mountains and inside the dish would be me and 35 students around my age. When we got there I really found myself isolated, in a haze. I knew there was something weird about this quaint and kinda empty town home to SUNY Delhi but I didn’t know what I was in for.
I always wanted to write songs ever since I was younger. I remember being jealous of my classmates who could in high school or those who could write songs and I felt I could express better but didn’t actually know how to. But I put song writing in the same category as becoming an athlete, it’s a nice idea but it would never happen. I mean for starters I hate writing essays (awkward). I have been good at conveying messages in as few words as possible. I also know how to make a solid chord progression naturally. But creating lyrics, rhymes and huge literary ideas was not something I thought I was capable of.
My relationship with musical theatre is a tricky one. On one hand I’m in love with musicals like “West Side Story”, “Hamilton” and even parodies of musicals like “Co-Op”. But many students who are obsessive about musical theater can really annoy me. It probably comes from my sister being obsessive about musical theater. Why do I bring this up? Because out of 35 students at NYSSSA (New York State Summer School Arts) only 5 of them weren’t obsessing over musical theater. I’m still friends with all five of those students.
One of those students was named Sascha. She wore white cowboy boots and had long black hair and was in my belief the best actor in the program. To me she was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I was paired with her in many scenes together and when we wrote plays, sascha being always the unique one wrote a monologue that she asked me to perform on stage. Her artistree, without me realizing it, tapped into me. She was funny, kind, mysterious. But that’s not how I started writing music.
Our acting teacher was named James Luse. He was quite the character to say the least. He taught the writings of Michael Chekoff (Anton’s nephew). He believed that if an actor can use picture from their imagination, they could crawl deeper into a role because instead of acting they would be “being”
Isolation isn’t always a burden. Isolation can embolden learning as I have learned this quarantine. One day when telling james what pictures we’d see I finally told him the truth instead of the watered down version of what I saw. I saw a television box, bulky and wide one from the seventies. My grandparents had one just like it. But this tv wasn’t like a tv but instead a glass box and inside was a bird with a stick through it. Now obviously this bird was dead but it was sliding up and down on a metal stick.
I was embarrassed my “picture” was darker than everyone else’s but James told me “write it down” so I did. From that day on I took note of all my images.
“The sparrows corpse, goes up and down”
I wrote that line in a journal that day. I wrote a lot of lines going forward and it was funny that I didn’t know why. So many things were happening that summer. Learning acting skills, playing piano in the piano room, hanging out with Sascha and writing my “pictures” down.
But things changed one day when I was in James class and I actually had quite an unusual picture. It was an elephant. Kinda boring. The elephant was like any other elephant you’d seen before but it’s skin was pitch black. I had never seen a black elephant but I thought it was cool.
“The Black Elephant”
Now back at the piano room I would only play one progression over and over again. Gm-Cm-Gm-Cm-Em-DM-Cm-Em-Dm-Gm. I didn’t know why I would play this. It was blues, it was sad and it had an old nightclub type feel to it. Now I don’t know how it clicked but one day at camp I said I’m gonna write a song about an elephant and that elephant is gonna be about a girl. I didn’t realize at the time this was personification and this was a common tool used by many poets.
“Relevant, arrogance, element, evident”
I wanted to find the most beautiful, mysterious and dark words that could potentially “rhyme” with elephant as I knew that would be the hardest part of writing this song. At the same time I discovered terrific jazz songs like “Time after Time”, “It Could Happen To You” and “One for my baby”. I knew in order to make my song meaningful to me I would have to make it personal and not generic like I find my other previous writings to be. Then one night I put it all together. I was surrounded with crumbled up pieces of paper trying to find the right words. When it came together I realized that I had written a song about someone.
the sparrows corpse goes up and down
striking fear in cats and clowns
but her grin is evident
trusting no one
the black elephant
stomping near the purple sky touching skin where beauty lies
she’s never in her element
hearts dropping
the black elephant
while the joker takes on the queen
and everybody in between
those white boots are relevant
keep walking
my black elephant
*Scatting Verse*
charming eyes cause an uproar
some will notice some adore
sucking out the arrogance
that’s what she said
my black elephant
there’s my love
there’s my baby
coming close
am I crazy
*riff to the fifth*
my black elephant
Looking back on this song I realized how powerful your subconscious could be. When I was writing it I don’t think I fully realized that I was writing about Sascha. About how she was mysterious, she never seemed in her element, wore white cowboy boots, had just these huge eyes that our entire class would joke with her about, she was scary to some people but she had such a huge smile. All of those things were said in my song and none of those things I knew I would write about because all I knew was that I was writing about “pictures” and what I saw in my imagination.
Music is a funny thing because I can fully express what I want to say musically. What I want the listener to feel with just chords and scatting or syllables/consonants. But translating that feeling, that expression into words while giving it meaning is the toughest hurdle I have/had as a musician. That translation can make the piano feel like some kind of a beastly creature that is trying to eat my hands. When you get the words and get the music and lyrics to connect it, it’s the equivalent of Aaron Judge smoking one to the left center bleachers.
Now I study Jazz Vocals at City College. I have written two more songs since then all using the lessons I learned that summer. It’s become a bit of an easier process. I’m still really good friends with Sascha and my hope is to record this song and my other two songs and put them on spotify.

