The daily blogging of a new media-driven singer/songwriter.
If I don’t make music:
-no one will care
-my head will blow up
-I’ll live a normal life
-my existence will be dismally uneventful
-I’ll probably develop a passion for ebay
-my relationships will suck
-showers won’t be exciting anymore
-I’ll care a lot more about my grades
-I’ll stop dating musicians
-I’ll feel a lot like what I feel like right now, except longer and worse
-someone with a great voice will make it big at 23 and I’ll spend a week in bed thinking what if
-i’ll stop caring, living, feeling, creating, enjoying, laughing and making melodramic generalizations.
It’s just not an option.
So, I’ve been at Stanford for what feels like years now, entirely neglecting my musical career. What have I become…
My producer nick says we need to get people hyped on my new album, coming out November the ?, 200?.
Yeah.
So, I’m 21 on Monday and having an existentialist crisis, but not really. I’m just kinda like, “where’s my music?” and “if I like music so much why am I not making more if it?” and “statistically haven’t I missed my chances of making it big?” and “if that’s true, why am I still putting out stuff? do I want to make it big? will i someday own a vineyard and make music all day? is that what I want to do?” and the answer is yes. Yes, that’s what I want to do with my life.
There are only two problems with that plan: I don’t know shit about vineyards and I haven’t put out any music.
Nu, welcome to the vast social group of aspiring artists.
Recap of my life.
There’s been a lull in the recording process of late, even though we’ve got some very promising songs in the making. First Carlos was out of town and now nick won’t be able to record till NEXT Thursday and thenhe leaves AGAIN. In conclusion, my nails are short.
On the bright side today I got a membership to a gym (to tone up before school…for two whole weeks), AND I got my hair colored without asking anyone’s permission (because I’m a rebel), AND there was a thunderstorm last night, AND I got a new phone that’s the coolest thing since frozen pizza, AND I’m really happy because I talked to a friend on the way home…and this is a run-on sentence.
Wow. I’m tired now. But my hair is other-worldly.
people like the song…isn’t that wonderful? i think it’s wonderful. so much good feedback and pleasantly surprised friends. i can’t wait to get our next song up…
This blogging thing is becoming an addiction.
Nick left the office after editing “spell shop” and the drum track for our next hitoramee.
Now I’m here with Colin and he’s pimping my myspace, and doing a beautiful job of it. In the meantime I’m editing a video of one of our practices (which will soon be posted for all to see).
I can’t believe how productive these past two days have been. Wow. I made a rather large oil painting yesterday. Cleo laid on the bed behind me and commented occasionally. I’m pretty sure we both approve of the final product despite the arduous process and the fact that I did had to keep checking my brush for cat hairs.
Then, today we did all this music stuff (which I can’t actually take credit for) and I’m really excited about it, so have to let the world know.
So I’m at the office right now, and we’re editing the last version of “lady in the spell shop.” It’s taking a long time. But that’s ok. Because it’s going to blow Antarctica out of the water…and you.
If any of you have ever heard someone editing music or video or something, you know that it sounds like musical aliens attacking the globe. It’s probably the most annoying and frightening sound in the world. Like mice singing along to Aqua while playing Doom.
Why that comparison? I wish I could tell you.
Today we’re going to try to get my myspace up and running. Is it me, or does “my myspace” sound really redundant? And also, why is it called myspace when it’s probably the farthest thing from being “my space” in the world? I mean, if it’s really MY space, then why do people look at it every day as if it were theirs? And more importantly, why are these people naked? If that’s modern day society’s definition of personal space…i like it.
Ok. Nick is almost done editing. I should post this and be on my merry way.
