Project: CMMWSWUK (Cover Mid-90s Midwest Emo Songs With USB Keyboard) has hit a snag. Never mind the fact that I've forgotten small details like what time signatures are, or that I can't figure out how to set up drum loops yet. The real problem is that as of tonight, the computer refuses to play audio. Perhaps it's a sign.
Playing the keyboard revives the excitement I used to get from going to punk fests. There was an idea that you could do whatever you wanted to do, and it wasn't about talent as much as expression. Some bands used to look down on Constatine Sankathi, sneering and muttering, "They don't even know how to play their instruments." But they played them anyway, and they were sincere in their emotion, which is ultimately more important than their trombone tuning.
I was always afraid to play music (and do a lot of things) because I wanted to be good at it. I didn't want to do something half-assed, and I worried that I'd be just another hack. Similarly, I didn't write short stories because I feared they'd be bad. So now, more than a decade after I should have figured this out, I am finally stringing notes together. The songs are not groundbreaking or anything, but they are mine. My roommate heard one of them and said it sounded dreamlike. Anything that isn't "shitty" is a-ok! Now to get the speakers working again...
On a related note, my friend Heather has released the video she's been working on for ages. I'm really proud of her and hopeful for her success. I'm also here to tell you that the video may be mildly NSFW. You've been warned — or enticed, as the case may be.
Playing the keyboard revives the excitement I used to get from going to punk fests. There was an idea that you could do whatever you wanted to do, and it wasn't about talent as much as expression. Some bands used to look down on Constatine Sankathi, sneering and muttering, "They don't even know how to play their instruments." But they played them anyway, and they were sincere in their emotion, which is ultimately more important than their trombone tuning.
I was always afraid to play music (and do a lot of things) because I wanted to be good at it. I didn't want to do something half-assed, and I worried that I'd be just another hack. Similarly, I didn't write short stories because I feared they'd be bad. So now, more than a decade after I should have figured this out, I am finally stringing notes together. The songs are not groundbreaking or anything, but they are mine. My roommate heard one of them and said it sounded dreamlike. Anything that isn't "shitty" is a-ok! Now to get the speakers working again...
On a related note, my friend Heather has released the video she's been working on for ages. I'm really proud of her and hopeful for her success. I'm also here to tell you that the video may be mildly NSFW. You've been warned — or enticed, as the case may be.
Labels: music, regression to adolescence
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