バカになったのに
It's kind of a shame I'm untalented and inarticulate, because very few things make me happier than music.
It's most of the reason I started doing university radio - not because I particularly like talking on and on as if I have more than a handful of listeners, but because I get really excited about music and want to TELL THE WHOLE WORLD ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS MUSIC IS.
I wish I could be involved in the production of good music, but I'm pretty inept at actual musicality. I'm decent at clarinet (11 years experience will do that to you) but I don't have any originality, of course - in terms of music, I can read well but I can't write. And lord knows I don't want to be a clarinetist for a career.
Speaking of writing, I'm pretty inarticulate when it comes to writing music reviews, probably because I don't have any background in music production. I read album reviews and get overwhelmed by the specificity (and by my apparent lack of taste, thanks Pitchfork). I suppose like any type of writing, you have to be trained in it, and I only took one year of incredibly bullshit Intro to Journalism in high school...
I don't know where I'm going with this. The solution to my problem would probably be to start a music blog, but my taste is all over the charts regarding genres, and prone to frequent bouts of nostalgia, so I'm not sure who I would be catering to?
Maybe I'll start one just for me. It might be cathartic. I have so many emotions attached to certain songs/albums/artists that it's almost silly, and I think I need an outlet. I don't want to bother people on my various other social media sites... but then again, maybe I do? I kind of just want people to listen, and get the same joy I get from discovering (or rediscovering) great music...
(life is ok. it's 4am in the middle of finals week and I accidentally woke up at 3:30pm today because I fucked up my sleep schedule. I am in the middle of writing a paper on Vanity Fair that is nearly a month late because I've had big issues getting my shit together for the past couple months. I'm not sure exactly how to convince my English professor to not fail me. I'm so scared of failing my other exams because I got so behind on reading, but it's so easy to push down the bubbles of panic in favor of whatever mindless activity I'm procrastinating with, I guess including writing this entry. everything lately has been on the path of least resistance and I don't feel fulfilled or accomplished (whatever that means) but life is ok.)
It's most of the reason I started doing university radio - not because I particularly like talking on and on as if I have more than a handful of listeners, but because I get really excited about music and want to TELL THE WHOLE WORLD ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS MUSIC IS.
I wish I could be involved in the production of good music, but I'm pretty inept at actual musicality. I'm decent at clarinet (11 years experience will do that to you) but I don't have any originality, of course - in terms of music, I can read well but I can't write. And lord knows I don't want to be a clarinetist for a career.
Speaking of writing, I'm pretty inarticulate when it comes to writing music reviews, probably because I don't have any background in music production. I read album reviews and get overwhelmed by the specificity (and by my apparent lack of taste, thanks Pitchfork). I suppose like any type of writing, you have to be trained in it, and I only took one year of incredibly bullshit Intro to Journalism in high school...
I don't know where I'm going with this. The solution to my problem would probably be to start a music blog, but my taste is all over the charts regarding genres, and prone to frequent bouts of nostalgia, so I'm not sure who I would be catering to?
Maybe I'll start one just for me. It might be cathartic. I have so many emotions attached to certain songs/albums/artists that it's almost silly, and I think I need an outlet. I don't want to bother people on my various other social media sites... but then again, maybe I do? I kind of just want people to listen, and get the same joy I get from discovering (or rediscovering) great music...
(life is ok. it's 4am in the middle of finals week and I accidentally woke up at 3:30pm today because I fucked up my sleep schedule. I am in the middle of writing a paper on Vanity Fair that is nearly a month late because I've had big issues getting my shit together for the past couple months. I'm not sure exactly how to convince my English professor to not fail me. I'm so scared of failing my other exams because I got so behind on reading, but it's so easy to push down the bubbles of panic in favor of whatever mindless activity I'm procrastinating with, I guess including writing this entry. everything lately has been on the path of least resistance and I don't feel fulfilled or accomplished (whatever that means) but life is ok.)