I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music, specifically playing on the drum set, as my joy and passion. It was then that my teacher introduced me to jazz music and performing professionally as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. The goal of playing professionally became my passion to pursue. It set me on a path that thankfully my parents supported. I'd practice every day. When I wasn't practicing, I'd listen to songs to really understand the feel and try to transcribe them. I experienced the joy when collaborating with others to rearrange a song or when locking in a technique after learning from my band director or when just improvising with my brother at home. Music strengthened me through recovery periods after surgeries. Having been born with a cleft lip and palate and diagnosed with associated ailments, I've had a lot. It boosted my confidence through moments of being bullied for looking "different." It got me through traditional schooling, as it was music class and practicing during lunch periods that I looked forward to each day. It helped me process losing both sets of my grandparents and uncle back to back in 2021 to 2023. Playing music is my therapy through tough times and an outlet to creatively express myself. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. I witnessed how playing music helped my family after each loss. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. Music has been and will continue to be a driving force in my life. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a professional musician.

Music is a connector and healing. It was in the summer of 2021 that we lost my Grandpa Jun, Grandpa Frankie, and Uncle Luke back-to-back in the span of 3 weeks. In 2022, we lost my Grandma Eden, my namesake. And last year, we lost my Grandma Claire and my Grandpa "Boy" in the span of 2 weeks. My Uncle Luke, the best snare drummer in his day, taught me rudiments and other vocabulary. My Grandpa Jun strung the guitar to oldies. My Grandpa Boy would blast Motown classics. My Grandma Eden would dance to all kinds of music, with her favorite moments watching me play on the drum set whether at home or, a memory I hold onto, during my first time performing with the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF (for it turned out to be a few months before she passed). Music played a part in their lives, so it is no wonder that playing music is integral to mine. I carry each of them with me and know they are smiling down with joy each time I play. You can imagine how these losses impacted my family these past few years. With each loss, I would come up with a music offering. I curated a playlist with their favorite songs. During my Grandma Eden's celebration of life event, I honored her by performing with a local band songs she'd love. With my extended family together, I started a jam session with each involved in some way, whether on the piano, congas, guiro, drum set, block, etc. On a "regular" day, my younger brother and I jam at home and sometimes invite my parents to join us. They often say that it's like a personal concert each time. In all these instances, the most fulfilling moment is seeing my mom, my pops, my aunties and uncles, and my cousins deal with loss. I witnessed how playing music helped my family. The music helps them connect with their feelings and together we can be there for each other. Each time I play music and bring others in, it helps us remember, celebrate, and honor our loved ones. And collectively, we continue to heal. I plan to hone my craft as a musician through my learning experience at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music to continue to provide the positive impact of music as a connector and healing for others.

I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. I know this to be true because my uncle recorded the very moment it happened. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. My teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. Since then, I’ve played and practiced every chance I get. On days I can't, I listen to songs or watch performances, trying to transcribe them in my mind. During the pandemic, I started personal lessons with my mentor/drum instructor online. We'd cover anything I was challenging myself with: the syncopated and mambo sections for "La Explosion" by Irakere or the rhythm on the ride cymbal on "George's Dilemma" by Clifford Brown. I even auditioned for SFJAZZ HS All-Stars Big Band and enrolled in an online SJW course. When in-person school was back, I continued lessons and lunch time band room practices. My then teacher introduced me to the musical director of the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble, as he saw I had great interest and drive for Cuban music and rhythms. Through it, I expanded my vocabulary on new instruments: timbales, conga, bongo, guiro, and clave; all the rhythms I use on the drumset. I got to play with a local band Radio Gatsby in honor of my grandma. Through a scholarship, I attended a summer jazz program. I also picked up vocabulary from my 11th grade marching band. During my senior year, I tried for SFJAZZ again, I helped lead jazz rehearsals after school, and I continued to play with the bands I'm in. I continue to grow as a musician by staying open to learn. I've learned how music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a jazz musician. I'll be attending the San Francisco Conservatory of Music this fall for their Roots, Jazz, and American Music program as a drummer. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. So it's through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. And as a musician, I want to be part of that.

I find that music can bridge a connection to start the process of being in community with one another. As a Filipino American who was born with a cleft lip and palate, an older brother to my 3yrs younger brother, eldest son to my parents journeying through healing their own trauma, and grandson to my grandparents (both sets) who recently transitioned to the role of ancestors, music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. I carry them with me and know they are smiling down on me with joy each time I play. So it is through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, that I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. We each can have a part in making this world a better place, and I am working on my part at the individual and community levels as a musician. I'm preparing for my start at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music's Roots, Jazz, and American Music program as a drummer. With your help through this scholarship, I’ll be able to focus on growing as a musician alongside other students passionate and dedicated to music, not just general education type of studies found in a typical school setting, but courses that get at the foundation and core and interconnectedness. I’ll have a better understanding of many genres of music, especially jazz music. With a strong foundation, I can venture out to experiment to learn and fine tune my own voice, which will in turn will help me to tell my stories and the stories of others, connect with others to understand their world experiences, and to uplift folks that may be down. I'll have the opportunity to exchange ideas, collaborate, learn, and vibe with fellow musicians. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a professional musician.

I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. I know this to be true because my uncle recorded the very moment it happened. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. My teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. Since then, I’ve played and practiced every chance I get. On days I can't, I listen to songs or watch performances, trying to transcribe them in my mind. During the pandemic, I started personal lessons with my mentor/drum instructor online. We'd cover anything I was challenging myself with: the syncopated and mambo sections for "La Explosion" by Irakere or the rhythm on the ride cymbal on "George's Dilemma" by Clifford Brown. I even auditioned for SFJAZZ HS All-Stars Big Band and enrolled in an online SJW course. When in-person school was back, I continued lessons and lunch time band room practices. My then teacher introduced me to the musical director of the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble, as he saw I had great interest and drive for Cuban music and rhythms. Through it, I expanded my vocabulary on new instruments: timbales, conga, bongo, guiro, and clave; all the rhythms I use on the drumset. I got to play with a local band Radio Gatsby in honor of my grandma. Through a scholarship, I attended a summer jazz program. I also picked up vocabulary from my 11th grade marching band. During my senior year, I tried for SFJAZZ again, I helped lead jazz rehearsals after school, and I continued to play with the bands I'm in. I continue to grow as a musician by staying open to learn. I've learned how music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a jazz musician. I'll be attending the San Francisco Conservatory of Music this fall for their Roots, Jazz, and American Music program as a drummer. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. So it's through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. And as a musician, I want to be part of that.

I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music, specifically playing on the drum set, as my joy and passion. It was then that my teacher introduced me to jazz music and performing professionally as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. The goal of playing professionally became my passion to pursue. It set me on a path that thankfully my parents supported. I'd practice every day. When I wasn't practicing, I'd listen to songs to really understand the feel and try to transcribe them. I experienced the joy when collaborating with others to rearrange a song or when locking in a technique after learning from my band director or when just improvising with my brother at home. Music strengthened me through recovery periods after surgeries. Having been born with a cleft lip and palate and diagnosed with associated ailments, I've had a lot. It boosted my confidence through moments of being bullied for looking "different." It got me through traditional schooling, as it was music class and practicing during lunch periods that I looked forward to each day. It helped me process losing both sets of my grandparents and uncle back to back in 2021 to 2023. Playing music is my therapy through tough times and an outlet to creatively express myself. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. It's these cultivated connections with my family and friends that inspire me to pursue my passion in music. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. I witnessed how playing music helped my family after each loss. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. Music has been and will continue to be a driving force in my life. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a professional musician.

Music is a connector and healing. It was in the summer of 2021 that we lost my Grandpa Jun, Grandpa Frankie, and Uncle Luke back-to-back in the span of 3 weeks. In 2022, we lost my Grandma Eden, my namesake. And last year, we lost my Grandma Claire and my Grandpa "Boy" in the span of 2 weeks. My Uncle Luke, the best snare drummer is his day, taught me rudiments and other vocabulary. My Grandpa Jun strung the guitar to oldies. My Grandpa Boy would blast Motown classics. My Grandma Eden would dance to all kinds of music, with her favorite moments watching me play on the drumset whether at home or, a memory I hold onto, during my first time performing with the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF (for it turned out to be a few months before she passed). Music played a part in their lives, so it's no wonder that playing music is integral to mine. I carry each of them with me and know they are smiling down with joy each time I play. You can imagine how these losses impacted my family these past few years. With each loss, I would come up with a music offering. I curated a playlist with their favorite songs. During my Grandma Eden's celebration of life event, I honored her by performing with a local band songs she'd love. With my extended family together, I started a jam session with each involved in some way, whether on the piano, congas, guiro, drumset, block, etc. On a "regular" day, my younger brother and I jam at home and sometimes invite my parents to join us. They often say that it's like a personal concert each time. In all these instances, the most fulfilling moment is seeing my mom, my pops, my aunties and uncles, and my cousins deal with loss. I witnessed how playing music helped my family. The music helps them connect with their feelings and together we can be there for each other. Each time I play music and bring others in, it helps us remember, celebrate, and honor our loved ones. And collectively, we continue to heal. I plan to hone my craft as a musician through my learning experience at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music to continue to provide the positive impact of music as a connector and healing for others.

You know that groove above your upper lip? And the roof of your mouth? Well, I was born with both open (they're closed now, of course). That's all. Technically, a unilateral cleft lip and palate. These are the words I'd hear growing up, explaining why I look a bit "different" from what others would consider "normal." It doesn't define me, but it is very much a part of my life experience. Since birth, my life journey has exemplified resilience. From my very first surgery at 3 months to now, I've had to learn to be patient with the healing process, adapt to new ways of navigating daily tasks, adjust to dealing with others' curiosities or negative interactions with me, and strengthen my mental and emotional wellness. That last part though is always going to be a work in progress. Aside from medical care for having had a cleft lip and palate, I've also had to deal with cholesteatoma in my left ear and related surgeries to correct it and steatocystoma multiplex, a skin disorder which doesn't yet have a cure but I'm relying on homeopathic ways to try to deal with it. And as I start this new chapter of college with new folks and living away from home (thankfully, not too far), I have yet another surgery within the next 2 years to prepare for. As a type this, I'm reminded of what I can get through. Thankfully, I've had a strong support system within my family and friends to help me. Their love and acceptance of the whole me keeps me going, especially when my mental and emotional health was at a low. When it came to my lack of confidence and insecurities over my physical appearance, I relied on hiding in the background or avoiding bringing attention to myself. I took advantage of wearing a mask during quarantine times. I had a HUGE confidence boost. I could just be, without the stares and judgment from others. I found myself depending on it though, thinking I needed it to be around other people and to generally socialize. Without it, I felt extremely anxious. It was uncomfortable to look people in the eye and have a conversation. Thankfully, I've taken steps to persist through this challenge. I've learned to lead with trust. Trust that those in my circle, especially my music circle and my core homies will not judge but accept me for me. I've recognized that not everyone will act the way I imagine when they see my face. People are kind and encouraging, not just mean and judgmental. And I found strength and confidence and, better yet, so much joy when I played on the drum set. I step fully into myself. It's because of the healing and connection that music brings that I want to pursue music. I want to be able to help others feel what I felt. Music has been a driving force in my life and has led me on a journey that I want to continue. Because of all that I've gone through, I take things with stride and strengthened my muscle to persevere while finding joy and living in gratitude in what's to come.

While playing in survival mode, the word "vault" popped into my mind. I wasn't sure what kind of vault. In that moment, it was just a word. Through the Minecraft universe though, I could make it a reality. I only had stone tools at the time, so a lengthy grind to create adequate tools to efficiently get the materials and find a location for this "vault" idea became the mission. As I travelled through the world eyeing my surroundings, I came across a stone block, an abandoned nether portal, a bee hive. "What could I make with those?" I quietly wondered to myself. Perhaps an old vault of stone hidden within a mountain holding gold and gems, or maybe a vault with a heavy feeling of uneasiness hiding a portal to another dimension, or an interconnected vault made up of beeswax high above the ground and nestled away in the thick canopy of trees the size of titans housing a towering "queen bee" like creature. So many ideas and possible outcomes, and the journey had just begun. Wandered and explored a bit more. Came across fully enchanted netherite shovels, pickaxes, and axes. Filling up the nine slots of my hotbar, I was ready to pick a spot and start building. I decided to put this "vault" idea into a mountain. I created a place safeguarding knowledge - book towers illuminated by the undulation of melting wax candles. I placed a book with golden accents and jade gems at the center of the vast spherical room, perhaps hiding a dark eldritch spell or a recipe for tapioca balls, I wasn't sure what was in the book either. Lots of oak wood blocks used as the floors and walls; and sand, netherrack, and dyed concrete as the candles, with candle blocks in the base game, too. I tried different kinds of wood like jungle, mesa, and birch as I changed the layout of the vault many times and spent many hours trying to find the wood that felt closest to my idea of a vault. The time spent was worth it. In the end though, I changed the vault entirely. I was out looking for a village when I stumbled across an ocean monument, sparking a whole new idea. So many weeks and 70,000-ish blocks later, deep under the ocean monument, under many underwater ruins and complex redstone doors, a new vault manifested. A 500x500 block radius under the sea, rusted and weathered by time, small and large waterfalls littered the perimeter and the roof. Glowing sea creatures filled the bodies of water splotched around the vault as glowstone, and sea lanterns gave a calm glow to the coral and vibrant plants around. With a spherical design, as you move down concave ruins, they form into a single platform holding a single book on a pedestal...THE boba recipe. The whole unending journey of creating and experimenting for this project is my favorite aspect of the game. It encouraged me to create with the tools and items present in my inventory - an enchanted pickaxe, a dirt block, an axolotl in a bucket, etc. The difficult exploration of these "limitations" to reach the point where I felt content with how my idea was fleshed out is just a part of the fun process. The ideas that lived in my mind are now a reality manifested. And it is deeply rewarding to witness the ideas change and evolve over time. Things are ever changing, and I experience a joy and calmness with going with the flow. Minecraft is a creative outlet for my imagination.

Music is a connector and healing. It was in the summer of 2021 that we lost my Grandpa Jun, Grandpa Frankie, and Uncle Luke back-to-back in the span of 3 weeks. In 2022, we lost my Grandma Eden, my namesake. And last year, we lost my Grandma Claire and my Grandpa "Boy" in the span of 2 weeks. My Uncle Luke, the best snare drummer is his day, taught me rudiments and other vocabulary. My Grandpa Jun strung the guitar to oldies. My Grandpa Boy would blast Motown classics. My Grandma Eden would dance to all kinds of music, with her favorite moments watching me play on the drum set whether at home or, a memory I hold onto, during my first time performing with the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF (for it turned out to be a few months before she passed). Music played a part in their lives, so it is no wonder that playing music is integral to mine. I carry each of them with me and know they are smiling down with joy each time I play. You can imagine how these losses impacted my family these past few years. With each loss, I would come up with a music offering. I curated a playlist with their favorite songs. During my Grandma Eden's celebration of life event, I honored her by performing with a local band songs she'd love. With my extended family together, I started a jam session with each involved in some way, whether on the piano, congas, guiro, drum set, etc. On a "regular" day, my younger brother and I jam at home. My parents often say that it's like a personal concert each time. In all these instances, the most fulfilling moment is seeing my mom, my pops, my aunties and uncles, and my cousins process our loss. I witnessed how playing music helped my family with their mental health during this time. The music helps them connect with their feelings and together we can be there for each other. Each time I play music and bring others in, it helps us remember, celebrate, and honor our loved ones. And collectively, we continue to heal. I plan to hone my craft as a musician through my learning experience at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music to continue to provide the positive impact of music as a connector and healing for others.

Music is a connector and healing. It was in the summer of 2021 that we lost my Grandpa Jun, Grandpa Frankie, and Uncle Luke back-to-back in the span of 3 weeks. In 2022, we lost my Grandma Eden, my namesake. And last year, we lost my Grandma Claire and my Grandpa "Boy" in the span of 2 weeks. My Uncle Luke, the best snare drummer is his day, taught me rudiments and other vocabulary. My Grandpa Jun strung the guitar to oldies. My Grandpa Boy would blast Motown classics. My Grandma Eden would dance to all kinds of music, with her favorite moments watching me play on the drumset whether at home or, a memory I hold onto, during my first time performing with the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF (for it turned out to be a few months before she passed). Music played a part in their lives, so it's no wonder that playing music is integral to mine. I carry each of them with me and know they are smiling down with joy each time I play. You can imagine how these losses impacted my family these past few years. With each loss, I would come up with a music offering. I curated a playlist with their favorite songs. During my Grandma Eden's celebration of life event, I honored her by performing with a local band songs she'd love. With my extended family together, I started a jam session with each involved in some way, whether on the piano, congas, guiro, drumset, etc. On a "regular" day, my younger brother and I jam at home. My parents often say that it's like a personal concert each time. In all these instances, the most fulfilling moment is seeing my mom, my pops, my aunties and uncles, and my cousins process our loss. I witnessed how playing music helped my family with their mental health during this time. The music helps them connect with their feelings and together we can be there for each other. Each time I play music and bring others in, it helps us remember, celebrate, and honor our loved ones. And collectively, we continue to heal. I plan to hone my craft as a musician through my learning experience at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music to continue to provide the positive impact of music as a connector and healing for others.

I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music, specifically playing on the drum set, as my joy and passion. It was then that my teacher introduced me to jazz music and performing professionally as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. The goal of playing professionally became my passion to pursue. It set me on a path that thankfully my parents supported. I'd practice every day. When I wasn't practicing, I'd listen to songs to really understand the feel and try to transcribe them. I experienced the joy when collaborating with others to rearrange a song or when locking in a technique after learning from my band director or when just improvising with my brother at home. Music strengthened me through recovery periods after surgeries. Having been born with a cleft lip and palate and diagnosed with associated ailments, I've had a lot. It boosted my confidence through moments of being bullied for looking "different." It got me through traditional schooling, as it was music class and practicing during lunch periods that I looked forward to each day. It helped me process losing both sets of my grandparents and uncle back to back in 2021 to 2023. Playing music is my therapy through tough times and an outlet to creatively express myself. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. I witnessed how playing music helped my family after each loss. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. Music has been and will continue to be a driving force in my life. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a professional musician.

You know that groove above your upper lip? And the roof of your mouth? Well, I was born with both open (they're closed now, of course). That's all. Technically, a unilateral cleft lip and palate. These are the words I'd hear growing up, explaining why I look a bit "different" from what others would consider "normal." It doesn't define me, but it is very much a part of my life experience, one filled with perseverance and resilience in the face of adversity. From my very first surgery at 3 months to now, I've had to learn to be patient with the healing process, adapt to new ways of navigating daily tasks, adjust to dealing with others' curiosities or negative interactions with me, and strengthen my mental and emotional wellness. That last part though is always going to be a work in progress. Aside from medical care for having had a cleft lip and palate, I've also had to deal with cholesteatoma in my left ear and related surgeries to correct it and steatocystoma multiplex, a skin disorder which doesn't yet have a cure but I'm relying on homeopathic ways to try to deal with it. I was bullied and teased often in elementary & middle school. I'd hear, "ugly" and "a monster." That heavily impacted the way I saw myself. When the pandemic rolled around and wearing masks became the norm, I had a HUGE confidence boost. I could just be, without the stares and judgment from others. I realized though that it's made interacting with others difficult. I found myself depending on it, thinking I need it to make friends, be around other people, and to generally socialize. Without it, I felt extremely anxious. It was uncomfortable to look people in the eye and have a conversation. This impacted how I interact with others in class, in a group project, or when I have to present. I'd keep to myself, unless spoken to. Thankfully, I've been taking big steps to persist through this challenge. Slow and steady. I've learned to lead with trust. Trust that those in my circle, especially my music circle and my core homies will not judge but accept me for me. I've recognized that not everyone will act the way I imagine when they see my face. People are kind and encouraging, not just mean and judgmental. So I've pushed myself to take my mask off and to leave it off for longer periods, to really let others get to know me and connect. I performed a whole set with the band I'm in this past March, and I attended my Senior Prom the entire night without wearing a mask. I showed up fully and completely as ME! I found strength and confidence and, better yet, so much joy when I played on the drum set. I step fully into myself when it comes to playing music. It's because of this healing and connection that music brings that I want to pursue music. I want to help others feel what I felt and continue to feel when I play. Music has been a driving force in my life. Continuing on this path of stepping into my power and sense of self will help me be a better professional musician and more so to better engage and connect with others. So to others facing similar struggles, I encourage you to fully trust yourself and others. Lean in to being honest with yourself and vulnerable with those you trust. And if you find something your passionate about, pursue that no matter what. Center your joy.

I was only 2yrs old! As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down and immediately grabbed a drumstick from the collection of sticks. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in some hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. And I. Was. Hooked! For as long as I can remember, music has been a driving force in my life. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. It was then that my teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. It was what I looked forward to each day of school, inside and out. It was an experience to be shared with others, so much so that I opened my parents to another genre of music the moment I changed the radio station from 106.1 KMEL to 91.1 KCSM in my mom's car on our way home from school. And you know how taboo it is to dare change the station in the driver’s car! It was my therapy during difficult moments in my life, such as recovery after surgeries, depression, and suicide ideation. I discovered music to be a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a musician. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. I carry them with me and know they are smiling down on me with joy each time I play. So it is through any music related offerings, such as starting a jam session or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. And as a musician, I want to be part of that.

You know that groove above your upper lip? And the roof of your mouth? Well, I was born with both open (they're closed now, of course). That's all. Technically, a unilateral cleft lip and palate. These are the words I'd hear growing up, explaining why I look a bit "different" from what others would consider "normal." It doesn't define me, but it is very much a part of my life experience, one filled with perseverance and resilience. From my very first surgery at 3 months to now, I've had to learn to be patient with the healing process, adapt to new ways of navigating daily tasks, adjust to dealing with others' curiosities or negative interactions with me, and strengthen my mental and emotional wellness. That last part though is always going to be a work in progress. Aside from medical care for having had a cleft lip and palate, I've also had to deal with cholesteatoma in my left ear and related surgeries to correct it and steatocystoma multiplex, a skin disorder which doesn't yet have a cure but I'm relying on homeopathic ways to try to deal with it. I was bullied and teased often in elementary & middle school. I'd hear, "ugly" and "a monster." That heavily impacted the way I saw myself. When the pandemic rolled around and wearing masks became the norm, I had a HUGE confidence boost. I could just be, without the stares and judgment from others. I realized though that it's made interacting with others difficult. I found myself depending on it, thinking I need it to make friends, be around other people, and to generally socialize. Without it, I felt extremely anxious. It was uncomfortable to look people in the eye and have a conversation. This impacted how I interact with others in class, in a group project, or when I have to present. I'd keep to myself, unless spoken to. Thankfully, I've been taking big steps to persist through this challenge. Slow and steady. I've learned to lead with trust. Trust that those in my circle, especially my music circle and my core homies will not judge but accept me for me. I've recognized that not everyone will act the way I imagine when they see my face. People are kind and encouraging, not just mean and judgmental. So I've pushed myself to take my mask off and to leave it off for longer periods, to really let others get to know me and connect, say, while we eat after band rehearsal. I already feel and notice my confidence improving because of these steps. While I'm out on adventures or at a rehearsal, I am just me, Jaeden Lino. My next telling steps will be playing a gig on stage or a full school day without my mask on. Slow and steady. And I’m proud to report that I did just that. I performed a whole set with the band Los Jefes at the Community Music Center this past March and I attended my Senior Prom the entire night without wearing a mask. I showed up fully and completely as ME! I found strength and confidence and, better yet, so much joy when I played on the drum set. I step fully into myself when it comes to playing music on a stage or just in a jam session in our living room. It's because of the healing and connection that music brings that I want to pursue music. I want to be able to help others feel what I felt and continue to feel when I play. Music has been a driving force in my life. Continuing on this path of stepping into my power and sense of self will help me so much to be a better professional musician and more so to better engage and connect with others.

Music is a connector and healing. It was in the summer of 2021 that we lost my Grandpa Jun, Grandpa Frankie, and Uncle Luke back-to-back in the span of 3 weeks. In 2022, we lost my Grandma Eden, my namesake. And last year, we lost my Grandma Claire and my Grandpa "Boy" in the span of 2 weeks. My Uncle Luke, the best snare drummer is his day, taught me rudiments and other vocabulary. My Grandpa Jun strung the guitar to oldies. My Grandpa Boy would blast Motown classics. My Grandma Eden would dance to all kinds of music, with her favorite moments watching me play on the drumset whether at home or, a memory I hold onto, during my first time performing with the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF (for it turned out to be a few months before she passed). Music played a part in their lives, so it's no wonder that playing music is integral to mine. I carry each of them with me and know they are smiling down with joy each time I play. You can imagine how these losses impacted my family these past few years. With each loss, I would come up with a music offering. I curated a playlist with their favorite songs. During my Grandma Eden's celebration of life event, I honored her by performing with a local band songs she'd love. With my extended family together, I started a jam session with each involved in some way, whether on the piano, congas, guiro, drumset, block, etc. On a "regular" day, my younger brother and I jam at home and sometimes invite my parents to join us. They often say that it's like a personal concert each time. In all these instances, the most fulfilling moment is seeing my mom, my pops, my aunties and uncles, and my cousins deal with loss. I witnessed how playing music helped my family. The music helps them connect with their feelings and together we can be there for each other. Each time I play music and bring others in, it helps us remember, celebrate, and honor our loved ones. And collectively, we continue to heal. I plan to hone my craft as a musician through my learning experience at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music to continue to provide the positive impact of music as a connector and healing for others.

Now that college applications have been submitted, acceptance letters sent out, and decisions on school commitments made, I'm working on preparing for my start at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music's Roots, Jazz, and American Music program as a drummer. I’ll be able to focus on growing as a musician alongside other students passionate and dedicated to music, not just general education type of studies found in a typical school setting, but courses that get at the foundation and core and interconnectedness. I’ll have a better understanding of many genres of music, especially jazz music. With a strong foundation, I can venture out to experiment to learn and fine tune my own voice, which will in turn will help me to tell my stories and the stories of others, connect with others to understand their world experiences, and to uplift folks that may be down. I'll have the opportunity to exchange ideas, collaborate, learn, and vibe with fellow musicians. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a professional musician. As divisive as our current times can be, I find that music can bridge a connection to start the process of being in community with one another. As a Filipino American who was born with a cleft lip and palate, an older brother to my 3yrs younger brother, eldest son to my parents journeying through healing their own trauma, and grandson to my grandparents (both sets) who recently transitioned to the role of ancestors, music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. I carry them with me and know they are smiling down on me with joy each time I play. So it is through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, that I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. We each can have a part in making this world a better place, and I am working on my part at the individual and community levels as a musician, which in turn will have ripple effects of positive outcomes in society.

The foundation was built for music to be a driving force in my life....From the reggae songs pops played through mom's belly to picking up a drumstick as I explored the parts of a drum kit at 2yrs old! My family couldn't afford to put me through lessons, so I relied on what was available to me in school, at a library, or a community center. In 5th grade, I was exposed to some semblance of percussion training and got to play on bucket drums. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. It was then that I started to formally develop my skills on the drumset and my teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Because of the music program's partnership with SFJAZZ, I was able to have one-on-one instruction with a professional drummer through 8th grade, who became my instructor and mentor during the pandemic and into part of high school at a super super affordable rate. I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for the music programs in my schools and the musical educators in my life! They recognized my potential and desire to learn and grow as a musician and drummer! They allowed me to find my creative voice as I was exposed to life changing experiences. I got to audition and play for the school district's music festival jazz band, built up the courage to audition for SFJAZZ's HS All-Stars Big Band, and participated in an online course to build knowledge and skill around music theory, ear training, improvisation, transcription, and building repertoire. A turning point was when my 10th grade teacher introduced me to the musical director of the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble. He saw I had great interest and drive for Cuban music and rhythms. With them, I've developed my skills for learning other percussion instruments, built the confidence to perform in public events, improved my improvisational vocabulary, and tapped into understanding how to really listen to collaborate and play with other musicians. I got to play with a local band Radio Gatsby in honor of my grandma. Through a scholarship, I attended a summer jazz program. I also picked up vocabulary from my 11th grade marching band. These experiences have led me to play with a local band focused on Cuban/Latin Jazz music, play jazz and funk music at a youth-centered soul food jazz supper club, and rehearse with other folks to play R&B, hip hop, and indie rock music. During my senior year, I tried for SFJAZZ again and helped lead jazz rehearsals after school. Through all my experiences, I’ve developed discipline to practice, interpersonal skills to learn from and collaborate with others, and the ability to create an uplifting and safe environment that allows folks to feel seen and acknowledged. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. It was what I looked forward to each day of school, inside and out. It was my therapy during difficult moments in my life. It connected me with all walks of life. I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a musician. Pursuing to be a professional musician has sparked something inside me and led me on a journey that I want to continue. My musical life journey exemplifies the possibilities when we have access to music in schools.

I was only 2yrs old! As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down and immediately grabbed a drumstick from the collection of sticks. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in some hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. And I. Was. Hooked! For as long as I can remember, music has been a driving force in my life. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. It was then that my teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. It was what I looked forward to each day of school, inside and out. It was an experience to be shared with others, so much so that I opened my parents to another genre of music the moment I changed the radio station from 106.1 KMEL to 91.1 KCSM in my mom's car on our way home from school. And you know how taboo it is to dare change the station in the driver’s car! It was my therapy during difficult moments in my life, such as recovery after surgeries, depression, and suicide ideation. Something inside me sparked. I discovered music to be a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a musician. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. I carry them with me and know they are smiling down on me with joy each time I play. So it is through any music related offerings, such as starting a jam session or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. And as a musician, I want to be part of that.

I was only 2yrs old! When I picked up the drumstick. And I. was. hooked. I know this to be true because my uncle recorded the very moment it happened. As I sat on my pop’s lap, he walked me through each part of the drum set with a set of brushes. I looked down to see the collection of sticks and immediately grabbed one. My pops tried to stop me from playing since it was really late at night hanging out at my uncle’s apartment, but I managed to sneak in hits on the snare and tom. My eyes widened and lit up in awe from the sounds created. It wasn't until my 6th grade year though that I could intentionally name music as my joy and passion. My teacher introduced me to jazz music and music as a possible career path. Something inside me sparked. Music wasn't just a hobby anymore to pass the time with. It was a creative outlet to express myself. Since then, I’ve played and practiced every chance I get. On days I can't, I listen to songs or watch performances, trying to transcribe them in my mind. During the pandemic, I started personal lessons with my mentor/drum instructor online. We'd cover anything I was challenging myself with: the syncopated and mambo sections for "La Explosion" by Irakere or the rhythm on the ride cymbal on "George's Dilemma" by Clifford Brown. I even auditioned for SFJAZZ HS All-Stars Big Band and enrolled in an online SJW course. When in-person school was back, I continued lessons and lunch time band room practices. My then teacher introduced me to the musical director of the Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble, as he saw I had great interest and drive for Cuban music and rhythms. Through it, I expanded my vocabulary on new instruments: timbales, conga, bongo, guiro, and clave; all the rhythms I use on the drumset. I got to play with a local band Radio Gatsby in honor of my grandma. Through a scholarship, I attended a summer jazz program. I also picked up vocabulary from my 11th grade marching band. During my senior year, I tried for SFJAZZ again, I helped lead jazz rehearsals after school, and I continued to play with the bands I'm in. I continue to grow as a musician by staying open to learn for music is life-giving. Music is a connector and healing, and I hope to continue to provide that outlet for others as a musician. Music helped me connect with all walks of life, despite differences or instances when verbal or written communication was difficult. Through vibing with my parents or grandparents to music they grew up to, inspiring my brother to learn his own musical craft and enjoy jazz music, or jamming with fellow musicians who turned from strangers to friends, I witnessed how music bridged connections and strengthened relationships. Music helped me heal from being bullied for being different and helped me process my grief alongside my family after our losses. I carry them with me and know they are smiling down on me with joy each time I play. So it is through any music related offerings, such as curating a playlist, starting a jam session, or performing with others or just with family, I hope to help folks connect with their feelings, connect with each other, and connect with community. Music brings others in so we can collectively heal. It helps us remember, celebrate, and honor loved ones, each other, and key life moments. And as a musician, I want to be part of that.

You know that groove above your upper lip? And the roof of your mouth? Well, I was born with both open (they're closed now, of course). That's all. Technically, a unilateral cleft lip and palate. These are the words I'd hear growing up, explaining why I look a bit "different" from what others would consider "normal." It doesn't define me, but it is very much a part of my life experience. Since birth, my life journey has exemplified resilience. From my very first surgery at 3 months to now, I've had to learn to be patient with the healing process, adapt to new ways of navigating daily tasks, adjust to dealing with others' curiosities or negative interactions with me, and strengthen my mental and emotional wellness. That last part though is always going to be a work in progress. Aside from medical care for having had a cleft lip and palate, I've also had to deal with cholesteatoma in my left ear and related surgeries to correct it and steatocystoma multiplex, a skin disorder which doesn't yet have a cure but I'm relying on homeopathic ways to try to deal with it. And as I start this new chapter of college with new folks and living away from home (thankfully, not too far), I have yet another surgery within the next 2 years to prepare for. As a type this, I'm reminded of what I can get through. Thankfully, I have had a strong support system within my family and friends to help me. Their love and acceptance of the whole me keeps me going, especially when my mental and emotional health was at a low. When it came to my lack of confidence and insecurities over my physical appearance, I relied on hiding in the background or avoiding bringing attention to myself. Oohwee, but when music, or rather, playing music came into my life?! All that went away. I found strength and confidence and, better yet, so much joy when I played on the drum set. I step fully into myself when it comes to playing music on a stage or just in a jam session in our living room. It's because of the healing and connection that music brings that I want to pursue music. I want to be able to help others feel what I felt and continue to feel when I play. Music has been a driving force in my life. From the moment I picked up a drum stick at 2yrs old and to finally having a semblance of formal training on the drum set in band classes in middle school, music has led me on a journey that I want to continue. My teacher introduced me to jazz music and playing on the kit became my creative outlet. Since then, I've gotten to learn under the guidance of amazing educators/artists, whether through band classes in middle school and high school, private lessons with my instructor/mentor, the opportunity to be part of AIM-SFUSD All-City Music Festival Jazz Band, Stanford Jazz Workshop's online program, SJW's Summer Jazz Camp, and Latin Jazz Youth Ensemble of SF. With them, I developed my skills on other percussion instruments, improved my improvisational vocabulary, and tapped into understanding how to really listen to collaborate and play with other musicians. These experiences have led me to now play with a local band Los Jefes focused on Cuban/Latin Jazz music, sit in on a jam session hosted by SFJAZZ, rehearse with other folks to play at places such as the youth-centered jazz cafe, and soon start at SFCM in the fall.