Maybe someday I will feel inspired to write about my ideas or even open up Fruity Loops with my guitar and keyboard and make music again. But for how things are now, I think not. I am aware what I write or play wouldn't be prefect, but isn't that part of it. What makes artistic expression meaningful is each person's imperfections, each one of us has our way of communicating. And for every person that puts themselves out there hundreds more are there to shout them down. I am not interested in doing this anymore. The last time I liked doing this was when I was on Myspace. It seems like the algorithms have siloed us all off and I was missed by the combine harvester all together, not in any silo. But don't be sad for me. From my view I can see you all, contained and agitated from below by the grain fan that is supposedly to keep you from spoiling, but which keeps you in a cloud of your own dust, ready to explode at the slightest sp...
"I haven't decided if I want to be a brain surgeon or a short order fry cook." I use to hear this growing up from my grandparents, it was from the show The Beverly Hillbillies, but it was accurate to my teenage years. I learned and played the Trombone, loved the Trombone, kept playing it in college for any group that thought I was good enough to join. I also loved engineering. There was something about taking the abstract concepts of science and math and finding practical application. I loved solving problems too. By the time I was in high school and people start asking what I wanted to do with my life, I very seriously said I wasn't sure if I want to be a Professional Engineer or a Jazz Trombonist. I did both for as long as I could but only one of those was a tried and true career path. It didn't stop me from minoring in jazz arrangement. I even wrote a disco song for jazz ensemble that I called "We're Fabulous". When your in the your late te...