Danijel's Page

Dan chose:   VILLANOVA UNIVERSITY...!!!!!!

This page is devoted to my younger son, Danijel, who, in my humble opinion, will be this world's great writer, as he's got an unbelievable talent as you will see from his essay below...

Danijel is a senior in High School and is at a quandry as to which college to attend.  He has been accepted to NYU, Boston University, Boston College and Villanova.....

Any Suggestions...?????

Please feel free to let me know what you think of his writing abiities by reading the essay below, which was published in our local paper... Your comments will be much appreciated...

My Spark
Danijel Pericic

     I am in love.  I am an addict.  And I am a married man.  Music is my wife.  She holds me, caresses me, entrances me, seduces me, tames me, riles me, and teaches me.  I need her around me constantly to get me through the day, for she is the fuel on which I run.  I could spend all day with her, just listening to her sonic masterpieces galloping throughout my ears.  I sit, perched behind my drums or cradling a guitar, and I try to mimic her, try to reproduce her ethereal purr.  Her melodies often elude me with their complexity and creativity, but this does not stop me from trying.  I yearn for that power over noise that she wields.  I feel as if it is just us two alone in a world full of stray sound. 
      I remember when we first met.  My friend introduced us one day at his house.  From that very first day, I knew that there was something special about her; I knew that we would be together in some way.  My friend took me upstairs to his room and sat me down.  He started preparing something, and then, all of a sudden, I heard her voice.  Her siren song overtook my body; it filled my soul with an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.  “Listen to that incredible riff,” my friend said with a knowing smile.  I was speechless, stunned by her otherworldly beauty.  She was a goddess with no equal.  I knew about Music before, but had never really cared for her all that much.  She seemed fake, boring, and unoriginal.  However, this song, this gift, revealed to me who she truly was, and it graciously allowed me to glimpse at her epic splendor.  Unfortunately, my joy was put on pause when I had to leave.  Her voice was trapped in my head – her song haunting me wherever I went.  I wanted her.  
      She persuaded me to do something that I had always wanted to do – to learn how to play drums.  And because of her, I came to recognize my particular lust for acoustics.  To be deaf would be to be dead.  Whenever I hungered for sound, I would call up my band and tell them to bring their munitions for our own musical maelstrom.  We played together, unleashing a fusillade of sound, and we rocked together, basking in our little oasis of noise.  More than that though, we became brothers – a group fused together by our shared need for Music.  We would look at each other, and we would see that fire burning within us all, that flame that cannot be doused, that burns solely for Music.  And whenever I spend time with Music, I always try to temper our fiery relationship.  We sing together.  Sometimes I know the words and sometimes I do not, but Music always knows.  When we embark on our lyrical voyages, our voices merge and become the same – a single harmonious moan.  We are a chorus of two, but our beings are one. 
      Music is a strong woman.  She has the power to move people, and she commands the respect of legions of musicians.  I want to be able to do the same.  I will be the first to tell you that I am far from a musical maestro, yet I crave to achieve that immortality that one can only achieve through art.  I want people to listen to my creations and be moved by them.  I want people to think about Music and her magnificence when they hear what my instrument has to say.  I want people to associate my name with hers.  I want to be able to put “Musician” under “Occupation.”  I want all of these things – want them more than you can imagine – but I never want to stop playing.