(My parents hear this at semi-regular intervals... every few months, perhaps.)
After I complete this Masters degree thingy--(just got back to Karlsruhe from CT yesterday; it smells like summer outside. Germany and Italy share a certain wonderful summer-scent, I think)--I shall change careers, get a postbacc and go to medical school.
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But specifically as regards medicine: it's always been the other interest, going back at least as far as music. I have fond memories of performing mock-surgeries at my father's office when I was 10, and there is a model of a foot with a missing third toe as proof of my skill at amputation. Granted, I was captivated by the ceremony of it: I would clean the entire room and set it up just as I had seen his staff prepare it for in-office procedures; I would fold back the wrist of a glove to pretend I was donning sterile gloves... and I would pester the staff with all manner of questions to make sure I got it all as close to 'right' as I was permitted. That's hardly a lifelong passion for medicine right there (more a lifelong passion for playing make-believe?) but it's certainly part of a long-held fantasy.
This is largely inspired by feeling unproductive for the last eight months. But there's something more that bothers me about a musical career, and I haven't yet managed to place my finger on it.
This may be a silly question, but why are you a musician? Because of the music, because of the musicmaking, or because of something else? Thanks for making me think harder about what I wrote... and I'm going to answer your other question too, I just have to think about that a little more.
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