who would eat my shit off of a plate if I sold it as a piece of art. Don’t complement every piece of art I make. Don’t tell me that I’m smart all the time. If you don’t like it, tell me. And if you like all of it right off the bat, your standards are too low.
You would make a good parent by reinforcing your children’s self-esteem, but would fuck up their chances of ever being good at anything by not challenging them. Not everything I create is a masterpiece (at least not right away). No, I’m not good at this class (I got a C on the midterm and that SHOWS that I don’t understand the material).
I wish you would give me praise when I deserve it.
So long as I pass that damn geology class, I’ll be happy. But that does affect my year-long GPA which affects my scholarship. Yikes.
I was creating audio files for Dan to write bass parts over and in doing so, found a bunch of songs that didn’t transfer from my PC to my Mac when I got it. AND IT WAS SO COOL. Like a high school flashback. I love these songs. I just had to dig for them a little and put them on my external hard drive.
On a side note, a good quality recording doesn’t necessarily make a song better. Some of these recordings are shitty and by bands in high school, but Goddamn are they amazing. I like some of the shitty recordings of this particular band better than they’re “better” recordings. Slight changes in tempo and the way things are played can really make all the difference.
This blog doesn’t really have a theme.
Band practice with Amber Sky Lane was a huge success. We made our fucking single for the first full length album and let me tell you, its fucking catchy. We even made up a bridge on the spot.
I hate how I get different things I want at different stages in life. I sort of wish they could all happen at the same time. And I don’t mean like a nice life with no problems, but where each general area of my life wasn’t missing without the other.
Like…I wish I could live the college life I am right now…with my friends, and the parties where we band together because we may not know too many other people there…
…Tangent: I thought about that the other day. I feel like college is sort of everyones attempt to go out, have a good time, and feel like they’re part of something, even it means going to be “alone” (with your group) surrounded by a shit ton of people you don’t even know. And its funny, because it leads to all these little clans of college kids roaming the streets in search for parties which come together where a lot of people don’t really know each other, but have a good time…all because we just want to be part of something. I guess thats a pretty good representation of life, but I feel like its very apparent in the college scene.
Hah. Tangent. Well, take what I just said…but add that I wish I could be part of this without the schoolwork and with the being a musician. Haha. A successful musician. But being a successful musician means moving around a lot. And being away from friends a lot. It means making new friends on the road…but not being part of this culture that I feel like I’m finally starting to get settled into. But then again, even though I’m a year ahead of most of my friends, chances are I’m going to be busy the second I’m out of this school. Good thing I’m not even through the first quarter of this year. I still got some time. I’m just going to miss this a lot when its gone.
I miss things too easily and too much. I think it helps me appreciate them more though.