THE SHOCKING RETURN
Okay, so it's not really a return and it ain't so shocking, but here I am. Updates on the radio thing, you ask? Or you didn't ask, but whatever, here are some.
After graduating, I slacked on the demo a little more than I would have liked, and I'm still not done with it. Hell, I've barely started it. Every time I started to work on it, the same thing happened -- I'd have no idea what to say. This bothered me, because it should be easy, right?
It's not. It's one of the hardest parts of this whole thing.
Imagine it for a moment: Someone hands you a microphone and, with more or less two seconds' notice, tells you to say something entertaining for thirty seconds. Maybe you could do it, but I sure as hell can't, at least not consistently. It's not that I have nothing to say; it's that I have too much to say and I have no clue where to begin. It's rough.
So I came to the decision that the next time I'm in the studio (about two weeks from now), I'm bringing in a notebook, and between songs I'm going to jot down a few notes about what to talk about. I think that's all it will take. Otherwise I'm in there with no confidence, and I think that confidence is sort of the hinge this whole thing swings on, at least for me.
Meanwhile I'm at work and need a way to kill time. A lot of people on my friends list have been doing this thing, and I figure I'll take a crack at it:
"Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.
Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse."
Note that I reserve the right to tell you in private, or in some cases (which aren't likely to occur) not at all. This is probably the first and last time I will ever do a livejournaling "meme" thing, but it should fill up some time, so have at it.
After graduating, I slacked on the demo a little more than I would have liked, and I'm still not done with it. Hell, I've barely started it. Every time I started to work on it, the same thing happened -- I'd have no idea what to say. This bothered me, because it should be easy, right?
It's not. It's one of the hardest parts of this whole thing.
Imagine it for a moment: Someone hands you a microphone and, with more or less two seconds' notice, tells you to say something entertaining for thirty seconds. Maybe you could do it, but I sure as hell can't, at least not consistently. It's not that I have nothing to say; it's that I have too much to say and I have no clue where to begin. It's rough.
So I came to the decision that the next time I'm in the studio (about two weeks from now), I'm bringing in a notebook, and between songs I'm going to jot down a few notes about what to talk about. I think that's all it will take. Otherwise I'm in there with no confidence, and I think that confidence is sort of the hinge this whole thing swings on, at least for me.
Meanwhile I'm at work and need a way to kill time. A lot of people on my friends list have been doing this thing, and I figure I'll take a crack at it:
"Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.
Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse."
Note that I reserve the right to tell you in private, or in some cases (which aren't likely to occur) not at all. This is probably the first and last time I will ever do a livejournaling "meme" thing, but it should fill up some time, so have at it.