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I've got a whole flurry of shit on my mind and it's probably the best time to write it all down now before I forget about any of this and let my mind go to shit all over again.
I've really gotta step up the singing practice if I want to take this more seriously or at least give myself a fair shot at being a successful singer. I have received little training in what I do and need more in order to figure out what I really need to do. My overall health is poor, I still smoke weed, and I hardly have time or money to invest in much of anything else.
So, basically, I've gotta suck it up or suck. I've been repeating this for a few weeks now but I've really gotta be on my A-game if I want to be a success. It may take me a few months or a year or two before I get anything right, but I've got to try. And, I've got to try my hardest. If the time comes where people have started to lose hope in my voice or lose hope in my singing lessons where I'm not going to be a great singer, it's probably not going to work out for me. I'd hate to not be the singer of a band, singing the songs I write for other people to hear, but it might be the plan of action I'll have to take. Bethany told me to keep up the songwriting at least, so it's good to know I still have musical talent - whether or not I can sing.
I really have to stop smoking. Entirely. I have to workout a lot more often. So far, in the past week and a half, I've gone running a total of 3 times. Not up to par. I know I won't have time to run tonight or tomorrow but I've gotta make time to get back into shape. Stopping the weed thing will be good also because it'll keep money in my pocket, as well as clear up my air passages.
I'm starting to eat a bit healthier, also. I need to keep that up to promote less belly and more ripped abs.
It just sucks when people have been telling you "you have a great voice" but all you can hear is just the opposite. I HATE Buddy Nielsen's voice because he really can't sing. Unfortunately, I hear my own voice and I think along the same wavelength. However, I just don't know how to sing, so I'll improve. I just hope it's enough to make people turn their heads and say "Hey, he can really sing!" instead of the typical no comments about my voice. To me, no good comments about voice mean nothing good at all. The voice is what separates all bands, and if I suck, we suck. Can't allow that, seeing that all five of us are strapping young good musicians.
The worst part about all of this is the lack of money and time, really. Mondays I really don't have any time. Tomorrow I'll have no time to do anything. Wednesday is my first day at Bristol then it's band practice afterwards, so no time again. Thursday is work and work and practice, and Friday, I'm hoping to god Cara can come over. I get paid Friday. I make some money on Thursday. All of it will be gone by next Friday, guaranteed.
I haven't changed a whole lot from my last post. I guess it's because I haven't realized the severity of the improvement I need in order to succeed until yesterday when I heard our live performance on Friday at the Sad Cafe.
Maybe I'm just worried.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Maybe I just need some fucking money.
Who knows. All I know is that I am better than what I am right now. I just gotta prove that to myself.
I've really gotta step up the singing practice if I want to take this more seriously or at least give myself a fair shot at being a successful singer. I have received little training in what I do and need more in order to figure out what I really need to do. My overall health is poor, I still smoke weed, and I hardly have time or money to invest in much of anything else.
So, basically, I've gotta suck it up or suck. I've been repeating this for a few weeks now but I've really gotta be on my A-game if I want to be a success. It may take me a few months or a year or two before I get anything right, but I've got to try. And, I've got to try my hardest. If the time comes where people have started to lose hope in my voice or lose hope in my singing lessons where I'm not going to be a great singer, it's probably not going to work out for me. I'd hate to not be the singer of a band, singing the songs I write for other people to hear, but it might be the plan of action I'll have to take. Bethany told me to keep up the songwriting at least, so it's good to know I still have musical talent - whether or not I can sing.
I really have to stop smoking. Entirely. I have to workout a lot more often. So far, in the past week and a half, I've gone running a total of 3 times. Not up to par. I know I won't have time to run tonight or tomorrow but I've gotta make time to get back into shape. Stopping the weed thing will be good also because it'll keep money in my pocket, as well as clear up my air passages.
I'm starting to eat a bit healthier, also. I need to keep that up to promote less belly and more ripped abs.
It just sucks when people have been telling you "you have a great voice" but all you can hear is just the opposite. I HATE Buddy Nielsen's voice because he really can't sing. Unfortunately, I hear my own voice and I think along the same wavelength. However, I just don't know how to sing, so I'll improve. I just hope it's enough to make people turn their heads and say "Hey, he can really sing!" instead of the typical no comments about my voice. To me, no good comments about voice mean nothing good at all. The voice is what separates all bands, and if I suck, we suck. Can't allow that, seeing that all five of us are strapping young good musicians.
The worst part about all of this is the lack of money and time, really. Mondays I really don't have any time. Tomorrow I'll have no time to do anything. Wednesday is my first day at Bristol then it's band practice afterwards, so no time again. Thursday is work and work and practice, and Friday, I'm hoping to god Cara can come over. I get paid Friday. I make some money on Thursday. All of it will be gone by next Friday, guaranteed.
I haven't changed a whole lot from my last post. I guess it's because I haven't realized the severity of the improvement I need in order to succeed until yesterday when I heard our live performance on Friday at the Sad Cafe.
Maybe I'm just worried.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Maybe I just need some fucking money.
Who knows. All I know is that I am better than what I am right now. I just gotta prove that to myself.