So I went up with my dad to church to work on some rogue studio equipment. His main input rack started making an audible pop noise which you just cant have when recording. So he sent it to samash and they explained it was a complication between his computer (which is a tad obsolete) and the unit. So back to church, then wam-bam, got it going with no pops. Then we proceeded to spend the next 3 hours schooling me on studio recording software. I cannot get enough of that stuff! Ive played with just auto-tune alone for almost 4 hours one day(Shortay!)
Ive always wanted to have my own proffesional studio, but all the reasons not to kept piling up. You have to have a degree. Legit one. You have to have craploads of cash. 10 grand oughta do it. You have to have a good ear. Which... mine is pretty developed. I think I can handle it. Ive always wanted to go to Fullsail college and study sound hands on. Its just rediculously expensive. Im convinced it would literaly be my dream job. Wait, not literaly.
I considered doing Crime Scene stuff for a while. At the job interview I went to, they asked me where I saw myself in X amount of years. I said working crime scenes, but then I realized I just lied to them, and myself. I see myself doing something closely tied to music. For sure. Absolute Sureness.
Only problem is parents. They think I have a tendancy to switch what I want to do on a somewhat daily basis. I say things like, 'Oh that would be cool to do' and they take it as 'This is my lifes dream, ive always wanted to do this'. They are deffinately getting burnt out on telling me what to do. I mentioned studio work and my dad was cool with it but my mom was like, changing again!?!!? As hard as it is to admit this, the only solid things I wanted to do in my life was owning a studio, and having a radio show. Which the radio show was real big for a while, had a ton of fans online and then they stopped playing me due to changing the station to 100% christian music. Lovely.
Sorry for the long winded thingy there. Ill get this thing called 'life direction' figured out eventually. Progress ftw.
-Me
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