Everything I want is taken away from me, but who do I got blame? Nobody but...
...Dr. Coy.
You who know me know that music is a big part of my life...so when did it become such a chore, not something with which I could just kick back and enjoy?
Sometime last year, I think.
I can still remember the first time I walked into jazz band. I was super excited to finally be playing with some real musicians. People with chops. And to be under the instruction of someone who REALLY knew what he was talking about.
Ah, to be young and naive again.
I can also remember back when making music was something I did for fun. I can remember back when I was allowed to play how I wanted. I can remember back when my teacher didn't assume I was total musical idiot, and valued my input.
"Hey Josh, why'd you quit jazz band?"
"Two words. Dr. Freakin' Coy."
If you kill the music for me, I swear...::makes choking motion::
You who know me know that music is a big part of my life...so when did it become such a chore, not something with which I could just kick back and enjoy?
Sometime last year, I think.
I can still remember the first time I walked into jazz band. I was super excited to finally be playing with some real musicians. People with chops. And to be under the instruction of someone who REALLY knew what he was talking about.
Ah, to be young and naive again.
I can also remember back when making music was something I did for fun. I can remember back when I was allowed to play how I wanted. I can remember back when my teacher didn't assume I was total musical idiot, and valued my input.
"Hey Josh, why'd you quit jazz band?"
"Two words. Dr. Freakin' Coy."
If you kill the music for me, I swear...::makes choking motion::