Halloween
31/10/08 09:24
I sat through Abnormal Psychology this morning as Dr.
Ann Shaver lectured on eating disorders. I decided as
I left the classroom to do what any responsible
student would do after absorbing all that information
on mental health and its correlations to food: go to
the cafeteria and buy myself a nice large breakfast
to start my day with. Biscuits and gravy, a small
bowl of chunked pineapple, a doughnut (I know, but it
had chocolate sprinkles!), and a tall glass of orange
juice were the constitution of the morning's meal.
The tray now sits in front of me beside my laptop as
I write this for all four of you, *wink*.
Something Dr. Shaver said stuck in my head and got a song going, it was something small that I can't remember at the moment. It wasn't a larger or more well-known band like Death Cab For Cutie. Rather, it was probably something from the Garden State soundtrack. In any case, I suddenly had a rush of music and band work and Adam McHenry in my head. I'm the only English Literature student in the class; everyone else is a Psychology major or a Criminal Justice major. Really, I'm very alone in that I probably won't be focusing on the discussed issues for the rest of my life's work. The knowledge is fascinating, and it will help me deal with difficult people down the road, but I listen to an earnest discussion on Body Image Disorder and think, "This is not what I'm doing with my life. This song in my head, that is what I want to do with my life. I am happy down that road."
It's become very clear as of late that my life is going nowhere right now. I'm finishing college so that I can go to seminary, but am I going to seminary yet? Or will I get a Master's, no, even a Doctorate in English Literature before I move on to full religious studies? Will I go on the road doing the personal music I share with you here, or will I be called into travelling with worship music? Will I be a pastor, stationary or traveling, a worship pastor at some church, a professor, a theologian? I am happy down any of those roads, you understand. Music, though, is part of my soul and will never leave me. I will be a guitar player no matter where I go, no matter whether I make my living out of it or not. I will sing songs I've sung for years. I will write new songs for myself and for my deity. I will be me.
Me must change.
I've let my music idle for too long. I've worked on things for church, for school, for self, and music in all, but never with the intent to do something with it. I'm changing that. Adam, I still owe you money towards those drums. Grab them and let's play. It's time to do something. Reggie plays guitar and sings, Charles plays a little guitar, a fair bit of keyboards, and sings. Let's do something. You and me first, then add those kids later.
Let's record, high-quality, and make stuff that people want to buy.
And let's give it away until we're good enough to sell it. Then let's sell it, and still give some away. Let's be the change in the music industry we want to see (read: another indie band). Let's do this. Let's Rogue Wave it up. I have the tools if you have the time.
Readers, listeners, beware. From this Halloween I claim: the next year should see an album form.
Something Dr. Shaver said stuck in my head and got a song going, it was something small that I can't remember at the moment. It wasn't a larger or more well-known band like Death Cab For Cutie. Rather, it was probably something from the Garden State soundtrack. In any case, I suddenly had a rush of music and band work and Adam McHenry in my head. I'm the only English Literature student in the class; everyone else is a Psychology major or a Criminal Justice major. Really, I'm very alone in that I probably won't be focusing on the discussed issues for the rest of my life's work. The knowledge is fascinating, and it will help me deal with difficult people down the road, but I listen to an earnest discussion on Body Image Disorder and think, "This is not what I'm doing with my life. This song in my head, that is what I want to do with my life. I am happy down that road."
It's become very clear as of late that my life is going nowhere right now. I'm finishing college so that I can go to seminary, but am I going to seminary yet? Or will I get a Master's, no, even a Doctorate in English Literature before I move on to full religious studies? Will I go on the road doing the personal music I share with you here, or will I be called into travelling with worship music? Will I be a pastor, stationary or traveling, a worship pastor at some church, a professor, a theologian? I am happy down any of those roads, you understand. Music, though, is part of my soul and will never leave me. I will be a guitar player no matter where I go, no matter whether I make my living out of it or not. I will sing songs I've sung for years. I will write new songs for myself and for my deity. I will be me.
Me must change.
I've let my music idle for too long. I've worked on things for church, for school, for self, and music in all, but never with the intent to do something with it. I'm changing that. Adam, I still owe you money towards those drums. Grab them and let's play. It's time to do something. Reggie plays guitar and sings, Charles plays a little guitar, a fair bit of keyboards, and sings. Let's do something. You and me first, then add those kids later.
Let's record, high-quality, and make stuff that people want to buy.
And let's give it away until we're good enough to sell it. Then let's sell it, and still give some away. Let's be the change in the music industry we want to see (read: another indie band). Let's do this. Let's Rogue Wave it up. I have the tools if you have the time.
Readers, listeners, beware. From this Halloween I claim: the next year should see an album form.
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