Random Musings

Exactly what the title says, boos.divbr //divdivb1./b bI read somewhere that authors of music blogs can get press passes to concerts. /bI don’t think it’s for big acts like Dave Matthews Band or John Mayer, but still–there are plenty of awesome smaller bands that put on a good show. I briefly flirted with the idea of starting my own music blog to test out this theory, but, sadly, I’m not really “in” with the indie music crowd, as most of what I listen to is of the same caliber as Dave Matthews Band and John Mayer. Therefore, my blog would suck. I also doubt they give out press passes to any Joe Schmo with a free Blogger account and a love of music–you probably have to be affiliated with a name, like Rolling Stone or Spin or something. /divdivbr //divdivb2. Speaking of music, I always thought being a musician would be cool. /bNamely because musicians get to travel and say, “I’m playing a gig” seriously. I think I would be an awesome musician–I love to travel, and think doing so all the time would be so much fun, like a great adventure, and I would always talk about gigs–playing them, going to them, what have you. I just like the word “gig,” to be honest, and am sad that I can’t use it in conversations seriously or more often. Sometimes I try to think of my day job as my daytime gig, but that just sounds stupid and then I feel foolish. But if I were a musician, I really would be doing gigs all the time. /divdivbr //divdivUnfortunately, being a musician requires having some sort of musical talent, of which I have none. I used to sing in the youth choir at my church when I was in high school, but my voice was average; I played the saxophone from 7th grade through the fall semester of sophomore year of high school, but I was average at that, too. Actually, if I had kept it up and hadn’t switched to a number 3 reed (which makes playing low notes next to impossible–for me, anyway), iand/i hadn’t been apathetic when it came to practicing, I might have been okay. I can’t say for sure. Playing music is such a weird concept, as it’s both creative iand/i technical, and I don’t think my brain can handle both at the same time. Back when I played regularly, (and even now, when I pick it up from time to time), I just played notes on the page, which I think is different than actually playing music. Music has feeling, it has soul, it’s a living thing, but notes on a page are just that–notes on a page. /divdivbr //divdivI remember when I first started playing the saxophone. I was riding home with my dad from band practice, and declared that my new life goal was to be a jazz musician. My dad responded something to the effect of, “Don’t give up on writing.” Even he knew then that music probably wasn’t a realistic option for me. :-)/divdivbr //divdivb3. Despite not having any musical talent (or the desire to make music for music’s sake), I have stumbled upon a loophole where I could reap the benefits of being a musician without actually having to have a lot of talent. /ba href=”http://www.mumfordandsons.com/”Mumford amp; Sons/a has a song called a href=”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KCg_QEHtkY””Winter Winds”/a that features a horn section. The horn part doesn’t look to be all that hard, so my sax and I could easily blend in. Bonus: since the horns are loud, my poor playing would be completely drowned out! The song would still sound good and I would get to travel with the band and talk about gigs! It’s a win-win! Now all I have to do is go over to the UK, meet the band (perhaps at one of their gigs) and convince them to let me be part of the horn section. Easy peasy. /divdivbr //divdivb4. Gig. /bGig, gig, gig, gig. /divdivbr //divdivThat is all. /div

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