Here we gooooo......
I'm starting this blog as a purely self gratifying vehicle for reflecting on things that I find particularly interesting as well as pondering the deeper meanings of life, humanity and the universe. I find myself simultaneously at a pivotal point in both my life and the life of humanity as whole. I guess I just need an outlet to process all of the things that are going on in my brain and the world around me. That said, I thoroughly encourage all of my friends and family to chime in and comment (is that even possible on here?). If you enjoy reading my rants, that's awesome. If somehow, somewhere, I start a discussion that ends up inspiring someone to do something positive then I would be floored. Finally, This medium will be uncensored and may contain things that my friends, family, current and ex-lovers might find revealing even though I will always use fake names to obscure their identities...or not. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. So with that little disclaimer/artist statement aside, let's jump right in shall we?
Let's start with...I don't know...some background.
Music. From the time I was a little boy in grade school fucking around on a recorder, I've been obsessed with music. It was my favorite class in grade school. I played piano, trombone, sang in the choir...all that shit. Stood out in music. Loved art too. Drawing comic books, making up all kinds of shit. Reeeeeally creative. But then, for my 11th birthday, my parents got me an electric guitar. In 1994 I was completely and totally consumed by grunge music. Freaking 11 year old kid who could not stop listening to and reading about Kurt Cobain, Nirvana, REM, Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Jimi Hendrix, SRV...anything and everything rock n' roll and guitar oriented. Everyone of my music nerd friends knows exactly what I'm talking about. So the guitar was pretty much the end of everything else in my life at the time. I quit playing golf (I was stupid good at golf and actively competitive). In hindsight, my parents should've kept pushing me on the "lame" instruments, not to mention everything else (art and the like). Consequently I regret not having the drive to keep up with them. So now I'm pretty good at guitar, bass and drums. Just pretty good. That's cool though because recently I gave up trying to pursue the whole writing, recording and performing of music as a career thing. I got pretty pissed at it to be honest. More on that later...
So I went to school and spent tons of my parents money to learn how to be a "professional musician" at one of the most progressive and modern programs in the country (Merklee College of Guitar Players). I got a degree in something I truly do enjoy (sound engineering) but have no intention of continuing to pursue as my primary source of income. Now I have a well paying job doing live sound at one of the most prestigious performing arts centers in the world and am finding myself at the precipice of a life that I feel utterly disconnected from. I like it, it's cool. I have friends and money. I do cool events with famous people and occasionally get to mix a really cool show. But my schedule sucks, it's totally sporadic and unpredictable. The benefits are great. But as my priorities, self awareness, and ideologies are evolving different things are becoming more important to me.
So thusly, the need for a blog was created......I'm tried and have to work early in the morning so I will produce another bloggery for you later. Meanwhile check this out......
How many beers deep where you when you started this? I challenge you to only post after drinking heavily.
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