It’s a window, of sorts. It’s like you’re curled up right next to me, digging in to this big box of Cheez-Its and getting an awful, awful whiff of moldy dorm-room AC.
I should give you a little context. I’m an Advertising Design major at the Savannah (S) College (C) of Art (A) and Design (D) who really doesn’t want a career in the Ad World. Advertising is an all-out assault on the imagination. Dredging and clear-cutting your creative for every drop its got, eight-plus hours a day, for the rest of your life. Yes, it has its moments. Great moments. Like winning the World Series by punching a ball over the Green Monster moments. But there’s too much misery. Too much grind.
That’s why it’s got to be music. Music is the only thing where I like the grind. I like the repetition and the struggle and the chaos-turned-harmony-turned-chaos again. It drives me to do better. So I’m slowly phasing out the standard career path and trying to convince myself to jump off the musical deep-end.
I don’t want this be a boring daily life sort of thing: no ‘I-went-to-the-grocery-store-today-and-there-weren’t-any-pickles-in-the-pickle-aisle-and-I-was-like-oh-my-gosh-no-pickles.” No, none of that. I want to fill this up with good ideas and insights, maybe a little taste of who I am and what I do.
This could either turn out to be a cool profile of making it in the music business, or the heartbreaking true-story of a talented kid settling for what’s easy.
Boy, that sounds grim.
