Bio:
My name is Skylar Marcus Osuna and I was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. I am a Bass Clarinet player though I do like to dabble in singing, rap and poetry. I like to cruise on my longboards and exploring the outdoors. If I can find a spot while on a hike or a walk in a natural expanse, I keep it in mind so that I may make a recording of me playing my Bass Clarinet in those spots. You can follow me on Instagram @ralyks_anuso.
P.S. You can almost always catch me at First Friday watching and listening to The Color 8 Band and the jams of Dom Root!
Musical Mentality
By: Skylar M. Osuna
I am contemplating
A confession that has been long in waiting
But it’s truly hard to wonder if my words will be worth the time or only be wasting
Someone else’s time
I am willing to face my self-afflicted crime
As I slowly work on my self with every stated rhyme
And my music is the part of my life that has my sole devotion
In which the conceptual reality is willing to allow me to express my wild and free emotion
But I’m still caged
Every time that I have played
Every time that I have stepped up to be fully engaged
There is that one voice of doubt
That will replay on its abusive loop and bout
That anything I’ve done will never justify my presence on stage and confidence about
All the wrong notes
All the bad vocal changes
And don’t get me started on my terrible lyrical exchanges
Yet beyond all of this I fight
With all my psychological might
To maintain my artistic sight
That every day I play and sing to progress for my future performance and my eventual musical flight
And my rappin’
It can definitely just be my lips and my gums flappin’
But at least my mind isn’t stuck stackin’
All the negative self-depreciation with mental self trashin’
I still have an inner glow
As I work on my constant, fluent, lyrical flow
And when I finally just let my mind go
It feels as if I finally opened up my brain’s do’
With my baby I am gentle
All my love for her is within my immediate mental
The one thing I want to do in a day is play something that will be wholly sentimental
I’m pullin’ her out son
My beautiful Bass Clarinet for my justified fun
And play a few notes on the run
Outside under the warm beaming sun
I let the notes out and trail
Even when I run through a simple scale
One day I’ll play a tune and tell my lifelong tale
With my calm feelings light as a breeze
I get intimate with the touch and feel of her smooth metal keys
Her beautiful black physique carries her rich tones and I can hear her every plea
To blow through her fragile reed
To fulfill hers and mine similar needs
To forever go on planting new musical seeds
As I carry forward her sound through her curvy gleaming bell
She sounds better than just a simple “well”
If music had a true scent it would be my favorite smell
But I hope that everyone I can please
In the attempt to make someone’s day better even if they’re over seas
When I post a video that makes it look like I can play her with subtle ease
Though inside I know
I play it hundreds of times to get the best take then post it on the go
Praying for a better take every time until I finally say, “That’s the one bro!”
Cause it’s hard
To be a musician does not come with an “Easy” card
This life is often formed from the past that has more than left you scarred
It comes with a promise to yourself to make this a desired passion
For we do this for everyone else second with no dissatisfaction
Sometimes as a lonely distraction
We do this for us first and we do it with compassion
For our beautiful release and our desired satisfaction
One day when we have the time, we can perform for you with fashion
Our most beautiful, musical attraction
We love the music and soul that we put into it
We are truly blessed with our beautiful ability to actively go forward and use it
And in the end, we have the desire to pursue it
In the hopes that our legacy may forever be attached to it