Things are looking up in hamstertown.
Oooo, my brother came by. I had him sit down and listen to some of my pieces I'm working on. He's the one who's done brass/winds and band all his life, and minored in music in college, and he took me seriously enough to give real advice about the tiny tech details about how I need to approach the instruments differently.
Little things like changing a flute trill to a mordent, or fixing the range of the marimba.
More importantly, I finally got the soundfonts working so it sounds like a real symphony rather than beep boop midi, and he's finally taking me seriously as a composer because now he can hear the real instrument sounds.
He's the "successful one" of the family because he's a manager at Allstate who owns his own house at 34. But he does look out for his little brother every once in a while, when he doesn't think I'm being a lazy knob.
I'm starting to show my parents that I can actually use my arts and music to do more than get kicked off of street corners by asshole cops, too, and they're finally starting to support me a little more. That helps smooth things over with my father a LONG way. Most of his prior surliness has been his view of me as a lazy do-nothing slob. Now that he actually sees what I'm doing, he's finally supporting me and even helping me out now and again!
We've been living together for over a week now, and with me on my meds and him starting to respect me as an adult a little more, I made certain to point out that I'd noticed and appreciated the difference.
Little things like changing a flute trill to a mordent, or fixing the range of the marimba.
More importantly, I finally got the soundfonts working so it sounds like a real symphony rather than beep boop midi, and he's finally taking me seriously as a composer because now he can hear the real instrument sounds.
He's the "successful one" of the family because he's a manager at Allstate who owns his own house at 34. But he does look out for his little brother every once in a while, when he doesn't think I'm being a lazy knob.
I'm starting to show my parents that I can actually use my arts and music to do more than get kicked off of street corners by asshole cops, too, and they're finally starting to support me a little more. That helps smooth things over with my father a LONG way. Most of his prior surliness has been his view of me as a lazy do-nothing slob. Now that he actually sees what I'm doing, he's finally supporting me and even helping me out now and again!
We've been living together for over a week now, and with me on my meds and him starting to respect me as an adult a little more, I made certain to point out that I'd noticed and appreciated the difference.