Life as a musician


I know many will be tilting their heads in confusion when I say that I don't have any comments on the VP debate. That's is for one reason: haven't seen it yet. I know, I'm a slacker. I plan on watching it tomorrow night, and I'm sure I'll have more than my fair share of comments against whom my friend Chris Corts calls Fluffy Edwards. In the meantime, you can certainly check Chris's website for more comprehensive, intelligent, and highly entertaining commentary on current political events.

As many know, I've fully emersed myself in the music world right now, and I'm paying good money to do so. Boy, am I paying for it. Hopefully the return will be worth it; I'm sure it will be. I had many reservations about diving headfirst into a fully secular, musical environment. To begin with, as I've told many of you before, I felt like Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) every time I walked on campus. Because I don't have full sleeve tattoos and piercings making me a virtual sprinkler, I'm assumed a vocal major, to which I adamantly reply, "I'm a keyboardist!" I felt like the perfect little, preppy square walking on campus, and I might as well have introduced myself in a dippy voice, "Hi, um, I'm Emily. I love Jesus and George Bush. And I feed the homeless and sew clothes for orphans in my spare time."

But, alas, my fears have been allayed, as I've encountered some really great people. I'm shocked that I've not needed to open one door for myself since I've been there. The guys are much more gentleman-like than I could have anticipated. Now, this is not to say that there isn't a good amount of "deadwood" at the school. A certain four letter word that starts with "F" has been the word of the day, ranging from use as an adjective, noun, verb, adverb, preposition, and article. Quite amazing. It's been a while since I've been in college, so I'm having to get over the initial shock of hearing the language I love dearly assaulted every five minutes.

But I'm having a blast being inundated with more information than my 23-year-old brain can handle. I don't plan on leaving a virtuoso, but hopefully just that much closer. :) Keep you posted!


Posted by Portia at October 5, 2004 10:40 PM