Mornin'. The other day I was chatting with a friend who's also a drummer (younger-- still in high school) and out of the blue he asked, "galen, why don't you study music?" And I realized I don't really have a good answer. I'm finally playing in a band again, and it's kind of the best. What happened to the dream of becoming a musician? Well, I wanted to get a liberal arts education first, and then the school I picked had only a tiny music program with an even smaller jazz band, and I didn't have a drumset on campus anyway, and I couldn't find a decent band to play with. But all of these were temporary concerns! I could still pursue music. So I've been posing the question to a few people that I trust: "...would it be crazy if I finished my bachelor's here, but then went home and did a second degree, studying music at UT?" And I've gotten answers from "don't wanna be mean, but you have to be, like, super talented to study music" to "NOT CRAZY AT ALL!" Hm. *Editing for context here: the first response was from a friend also studying English here, and the second was from a friend who is a professional musician/teacher/mother. So, y'know. --- I've been watching Queer Eye on Netflix. Are you guys watching queer eye? You need to be watching queer eye. I've seen 7 episodes, and 5 of them have made me cry. It's such a Good and Wholesome show. Also I really like being queer. The Fab Five also convinced me to finally clean my room, and it's freaking incredible how much more prepared I feel to deal with stress when I have a home that's not just another source of stress. I started making my bed! It's wild, you guys.
I was a jazz studies major right out of high school. The second best saxophonist in the city of Detroit was one of my teachers. One day he told us that if we wanted to be professional musicians we should get up and walk out of the classroom and never look back. Just something a bad ass musician told me about studying music.
I agree! Even little things like folding my underwear and putting them away instead of picking them out of a clean pile of laundry. Sure they don't need to be folded, but it feels nice to have things where they should be.finally clean my room, and it's freaking incredible how much more prepared I feel to deal with stress