|
i used to be VERY passionate about music. the last 2 years of highschool were almost completely dedicated to it, as wella s 2 years after. I play bass (rod you bastard, get a real job ;)). I was beyond dedicated, practicing from 2 to 7 hours almost every day.
There was almost nothign i couldnt learn by ear, i played a lot of primus, red hot chili pepper sand metallica (old cliff burton stuff), and i didnt even start until i was 15.
Then, i tried taking an AP exam in music theory to hopefully shotgun my way into Berkly in boston, only to realize that i had wasted 2 years in my school's bullshit music theory class; they were wasted, as was the 76 bucks i blew ont he exam. I got more and more disappointed with the music scene where i lived and any chance of making a living off of it. Those same years were when i really came into my own as a writer, writing my first couple of short stories (most of which were lost....), so eventually music was supplanted by writing as my true artisitic love.
|