Hey everyone,
It's been a minute since I've posted. I could write about my life lately, but I'm trying to keep this blog about the music. Today, I have fantastic news.
Bellevue's demo is finished! I haven't really been keeping you all updated about that process, mostly because my head has been pretty wrapped around it and I tend to ramble when I haven't summed everything up. Where should I begin? Walking into this band, I was told they were completing an EP release that was due around November. I have a bit of experience in the recording world, so I offered to help with the process, and simultaneously forgot what happens when I record. You see, a lot of musicians will tell you they are perfectionists, and it's become a bit of a cliche in the entertainment industry to see people like that. I'll admit, I do like things to sound the best they possibly can, but my obsessive side comes out more with regards to leaving a track alone than tweaking every aspect of it. It seems the more I listen to a song, the more layers and possibilities come to mind. I zone in particular areas, and go through about 20 different ways that section could sound, and when I've finally found what I feel works, I realize I've been trying all these different lines for about 15 seconds of the song. I'll go through a bunch of complicated, intricate lines just to end up doing something simple to service the music. The whole concept of making my guitar and melody work musical has been a bit of a challenge, but has made me grow extensively. I'm used to creating searing lead lines and complicated pieces to compliment my fairly flashy approach to music, but this project certainly calls for a new bag of tricks.
Anyways, the majority of the EP was already recorded and had some basic mixes, so I came in right around the time vocals needed to be recorded. I believe Steven would agree with me, that the sessions were a bit exhausting. Not because of a lack of talent or drive, but because I believe we both have rather high expectations for ourselves. Though there were moments of frustration, we managed to retain our sanity and got along much better than previous recording sessions I've been involved with.
After the vocals were finished, I went about the mixing and mastering. Which, to make a long story short, is ridiculous. But I'd like to think that at the end of it all, we came out with some really great stuff. We decided to turn the tracks into a Demo instead of an EP release, as we will be looking for a full-time lead vocalist here in the future.
You can hear the recordings streamed for free here: All We Need Demo
The whole album can be purchased for $3, and we really need all the support we can get. We're planning a tour in the winter and we'd like to do a full release in the Spring, so your contributions will go directly to making those things happen!
Thanks to everyone for your continued support.
Love is love,
-Grant Barnes
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Playing on the radio.
So, as many of you may already know, I recently performed on the radio! Let me first thank everyone who tuned in, for whatever amount of time, as your support is greatly appreciated. I feel wonderfully privileged to know that there are people back home who are genuinely wishing me success, and I really can't thank you all enough. This was a seemingly unconquerable task when I first arrived in this little city, and last night, with the help of everyone, I was afforded a brief glance at my dreams becoming reality.
Now, I'm not exactly sure if anyone cares... but I felt slightly compelled to write about the day in general. See, we've been working on finishing a demo CD basically since I entered the group, and I've been given the rather daunting task of mixing/mastering the whole affair. Without going into too much detail, I'm essentially trying to make recordings done in a very frugal home-studio sound like what you hear on professional releases; as such, my hands have been a little full with the whole ordeal. So, I got to Steven's around 3pm and started working on the tracks. Before I know it, it's time to rehearse, get out the door, and get down to the CD shop the show was being broadcast from.
A few people asked me if I was nervous going on, knowing that my friends and loved ones would be listening. It honestly was pretty backwards, the way my emotions played out. Initially, I was just focused on playing the show, not fucking it up, and then my mind switched when Steven asked me to play a song. We knew that there was the possibility we'd run out of material for the set, and he'd warned me about it as we were walking in, but I really didn't have anything prepared. I just thought of the last song I'd recorded with Stolen Youth, prayed I would remember the lyrics, and went for it. About halfway through the tune, my nerves finally kicked in, but luckily I had the stage experience to help me combat the butterflies. I don't think I was particularly nervous I would screw up, but more so thrilled that I was connecting with the people I miss terribly. The feeling was absolutely electric, knowing that all of you, in different cities, were all connected with me for a brief moment.
Also, I want to comment on how awesome that opportunity was. It was literally a handful of the radio people, a small console to broadcast from, a little stage, and some simple P.A. equipment to make the whole thing possible. By the way, they do this Homegrown show on a weekly basis, try finding people making local music happen like that back in shitty little Raleigh.
Anyways, thanks again everyone, I can't say it enough. It really means a lot to me.
Love is love,
-GMB
Now, I'm not exactly sure if anyone cares... but I felt slightly compelled to write about the day in general. See, we've been working on finishing a demo CD basically since I entered the group, and I've been given the rather daunting task of mixing/mastering the whole affair. Without going into too much detail, I'm essentially trying to make recordings done in a very frugal home-studio sound like what you hear on professional releases; as such, my hands have been a little full with the whole ordeal. So, I got to Steven's around 3pm and started working on the tracks. Before I know it, it's time to rehearse, get out the door, and get down to the CD shop the show was being broadcast from.
A few people asked me if I was nervous going on, knowing that my friends and loved ones would be listening. It honestly was pretty backwards, the way my emotions played out. Initially, I was just focused on playing the show, not fucking it up, and then my mind switched when Steven asked me to play a song. We knew that there was the possibility we'd run out of material for the set, and he'd warned me about it as we were walking in, but I really didn't have anything prepared. I just thought of the last song I'd recorded with Stolen Youth, prayed I would remember the lyrics, and went for it. About halfway through the tune, my nerves finally kicked in, but luckily I had the stage experience to help me combat the butterflies. I don't think I was particularly nervous I would screw up, but more so thrilled that I was connecting with the people I miss terribly. The feeling was absolutely electric, knowing that all of you, in different cities, were all connected with me for a brief moment.
Also, I want to comment on how awesome that opportunity was. It was literally a handful of the radio people, a small console to broadcast from, a little stage, and some simple P.A. equipment to make the whole thing possible. By the way, they do this Homegrown show on a weekly basis, try finding people making local music happen like that back in shitty little Raleigh.
Anyways, thanks again everyone, I can't say it enough. It really means a lot to me.
Love is love,
-GMB
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Bands with screamers, and why they suck ass.
I had the misfortune of playing a show with a line-up full of cookie monster impostures.
September 14th, 2010; a day that will live in infamy. The physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual trauma I incurred was such to the point that I needed a few days with which to collect my thoughts and recuperate enough to write this entry. At the expense of sounding like an illiterate monkey, I do declare: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Seriously. What is it exactly that draws people to guttural displays of degeneracy? Once, in the early history of our country, a man's delicate use of the spoken word was to be respected; elegant prose combined with witty rhetoric to provoke emotion from an audience. I was not afforded such luxuries at the testosterone-filled, musical mad-house these sorry fucks painfully dawdled through.
In our Constitution, the right to every person's free speech is demanded as a God-given right. I believe that God would agree with my motion to serve these self-important assholes with a CEASE AND DESIST. Their right to free speech should be immediately revoked, on the grounds that it is physically abusive to all passer-by in a 400 mile radius. Though to be quite honest, to be even categorizing their pitiful attempts at music under the umbrella of "speech" is unjust. Speech, the communication or expression of thoughts in spoken words, requires that these miscreants be able to COMMUNICATE OR EXPRESS THEIR THOUGHTS WITH SPOKEN WORDS.
I do not believe that "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" could be considered a word. Maybe a caveman would understand this ridiculousness, but surely not any rational human being. Whatever, I can only pray that Darwinism eliminates these raging idiots with merciless efficiency. For if it doesn't, I shall act as the hand of evolution, and ensure a quick a timely demise to each and everyone of them.
That's all I have to say about that. I could actually go into detail about the horrors I witnessed, but I fear neither the English language, nor my vernacular of such, contain enough words to adequately paint a mental image.
(To sum all that up... Screamo may be the sole cause for all disease, death, and terrorism.)
Anyways...
I recorded again with Bellevue guys. Well, more I was involved in the process than on the tape. This EP is shaping up to be something really special. I think this music can speak to a number of audiences. There are some shades of multiple genres, which can be pretty difficult to achieve sometimes. Producing an album is like making cake from scratch. You have your key ingredients, but getting the delicate balance between them is a process of trial and error. Similarly, I compare the majority of music today to be like store-bought cake mix; it's pretty difficult to fuck up. However, you end up with a generic tasting cake that may be satisfying for the moment... but it's no Cheesecake factory.
Enough about cakes, that shit is making me hungry, and I'm not about to run downstairs at 2 in the morning.
So yeah, screamo sucks ass, Bellevue is getting sweeter by the day, I have weird metaphors, and I think that picture of the kid in the Cookie Monster suit up there is hillarious.
Love is love,
-GMB
Seriously. What is it exactly that draws people to guttural displays of degeneracy? Once, in the early history of our country, a man's delicate use of the spoken word was to be respected; elegant prose combined with witty rhetoric to provoke emotion from an audience. I was not afforded such luxuries at the testosterone-filled, musical mad-house these sorry fucks painfully dawdled through.
In our Constitution, the right to every person's free speech is demanded as a God-given right. I believe that God would agree with my motion to serve these self-important assholes with a CEASE AND DESIST. Their right to free speech should be immediately revoked, on the grounds that it is physically abusive to all passer-by in a 400 mile radius. Though to be quite honest, to be even categorizing their pitiful attempts at music under the umbrella of "speech" is unjust. Speech, the communication or expression of thoughts in spoken words, requires that these miscreants be able to COMMUNICATE OR EXPRESS THEIR THOUGHTS WITH SPOKEN WORDS.
I do not believe that "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" could be considered a word. Maybe a caveman would understand this ridiculousness, but surely not any rational human being. Whatever, I can only pray that Darwinism eliminates these raging idiots with merciless efficiency. For if it doesn't, I shall act as the hand of evolution, and ensure a quick a timely demise to each and everyone of them.
That's all I have to say about that. I could actually go into detail about the horrors I witnessed, but I fear neither the English language, nor my vernacular of such, contain enough words to adequately paint a mental image.
(To sum all that up... Screamo may be the sole cause for all disease, death, and terrorism.)
Anyways...
I recorded again with Bellevue guys. Well, more I was involved in the process than on the tape. This EP is shaping up to be something really special. I think this music can speak to a number of audiences. There are some shades of multiple genres, which can be pretty difficult to achieve sometimes. Producing an album is like making cake from scratch. You have your key ingredients, but getting the delicate balance between them is a process of trial and error. Similarly, I compare the majority of music today to be like store-bought cake mix; it's pretty difficult to fuck up. However, you end up with a generic tasting cake that may be satisfying for the moment... but it's no Cheesecake factory.
Enough about cakes, that shit is making me hungry, and I'm not about to run downstairs at 2 in the morning.
So yeah, screamo sucks ass, Bellevue is getting sweeter by the day, I have weird metaphors, and I think that picture of the kid in the Cookie Monster suit up there is hillarious.
Love is love,
-GMB
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Played a show last night
Hey everyone,
Quick post today- I had a rather impromptu show last night. Well, initially the band ( Bellevue) was slated to play a show yesterday for a local high school Homecoming, but due to the weather, the event was canceled. Not ones to waste an opportunity to play music, the band decided we would try and practice instead. As Steven (lead singer/rhythm guitarist), and I drove around looking for a fuse (long story), we received a phone call from one of the other bands scheduled to play at the now canceled show. Apparently, they manged to find a house party where we would perform instead. So gave a ring to the other band members, explained the change, and prepared to jam! The show was pretty cool, sober kids our age just coming out to enjoy some original/local music. I know, unheard of right!? I'm gaining more confidence in this scene by the day.
In the meantime, I'm finding myself pretty bored unfortunately! Most days out of the week I have something musical to do, but on the days I don't, I'm going crazy. However, finding a job that will be accommodating to my rather unusual schedule is proving difficult. I know any of my college-active readers will scoff at my loathing of free-time, but whatever.
Love is love,
-GMB
Quick post today- I had a rather impromptu show last night. Well, initially the band ( Bellevue) was slated to play a show yesterday for a local high school Homecoming, but due to the weather, the event was canceled. Not ones to waste an opportunity to play music, the band decided we would try and practice instead. As Steven (lead singer/rhythm guitarist), and I drove around looking for a fuse (long story), we received a phone call from one of the other bands scheduled to play at the now canceled show. Apparently, they manged to find a house party where we would perform instead. So gave a ring to the other band members, explained the change, and prepared to jam! The show was pretty cool, sober kids our age just coming out to enjoy some original/local music. I know, unheard of right!? I'm gaining more confidence in this scene by the day.
In the meantime, I'm finding myself pretty bored unfortunately! Most days out of the week I have something musical to do, but on the days I don't, I'm going crazy. However, finding a job that will be accommodating to my rather unusual schedule is proving difficult. I know any of my college-active readers will scoff at my loathing of free-time, but whatever.
Love is love,
-GMB
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Took a trip back home...
Hey kids,
So this weekend I had the pleasure of returning to North Carolina, specifically to the University of Wilmington to visit my lovely girlfriend. It's wonderful to know that sometimes in life, love really is all that matters in a relationship. That's all I'm going to write about my trip however, as I dare not start on an intellectual/emotional journey on the pathways of love. I'm certain it would only lead to an arrogant display of vocabulary, in a pathetic attempt to linguistically depict that which is indescribable.
During my drive, I was afforded an extensive amount of thinking time, to which I questioned myself regarding my current situation. I've realized I've developed a ridiculous thirst for music. I should clarify... I've recently developed an more ridiculous thirst for music. I'm terribly ignorant to the complexity of music, and feel I am discrediting myself by not grasping tightly on to the talents with which I've been blessed. Luckily, my natural intuition and stumbled-upon-style of composition have allowed me to reach my current proficiency. My current mission is to combine all of my natural, self-taught ability with some serious studying, practicing, and questioning. I am hopeful that with some polishing, I can become a truly well-rounded musician. It's so odd to think that I'm attempting to transform my style, which is in it's infancy to begin with. Oh well, I'm sure most of this is just mumbo-jumbo anyways.
I mentioned about a week ago that I had the opportunity to learn some music on the fly with a pretty interesting group of guys, today I fully committed myself to the band. Though I still have my reservations, I've decided that the attitude with which they approach music outweighs any doubts I have. The sound needs polishing, and I'm certain that anyone who knows my taste in music would be astounded that I'm playing with these guys. That being said, I'll take this group of passionate, down-to-earth, dedicated individuals who need a little work, over a group of self-obsessed, unrealistic music Nazi's any day. I recorded some lead work on their upcoming EP, and was pleasantly surprised with their reaction to a slightly more... rock/blues style approach to an indie-rock/ambient song. The music, though accessible with simplicity, requires me to think more melodically about my guitar work, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to grow in that respect.
Oh, also! I received an e-mail from Ryan Masecar the other day, who if you didn't already know, played drums and recorded my NC band, Stolen Youth. He, along with Adrien Fiette and myself wrote and recorded an album that unfortunately never saw full production, due to some internal conflicts. All that aside, Ryan is attending the Berklee College of Music and is flexing some of his recording prowess in his recent remastering of one of our bands best songs, in my opinion. This track is called Gone, and although I'm sure anyone who's checked out the band in the past has heard the song, I urge you to take a listen to the astounding quality Ryan was able to conjure.
This track was recorded in Ryan's basement. Ryan on drums, Adrien on bass, and I performed the guitars and vocals. Enjoy!
Stolen Youth- Gone
Peace, and all things love,
-Grant
So this weekend I had the pleasure of returning to North Carolina, specifically to the University of Wilmington to visit my lovely girlfriend. It's wonderful to know that sometimes in life, love really is all that matters in a relationship. That's all I'm going to write about my trip however, as I dare not start on an intellectual/emotional journey on the pathways of love. I'm certain it would only lead to an arrogant display of vocabulary, in a pathetic attempt to linguistically depict that which is indescribable.
During my drive, I was afforded an extensive amount of thinking time, to which I questioned myself regarding my current situation. I've realized I've developed a ridiculous thirst for music. I should clarify... I've recently developed an more ridiculous thirst for music. I'm terribly ignorant to the complexity of music, and feel I am discrediting myself by not grasping tightly on to the talents with which I've been blessed. Luckily, my natural intuition and stumbled-upon-style of composition have allowed me to reach my current proficiency. My current mission is to combine all of my natural, self-taught ability with some serious studying, practicing, and questioning. I am hopeful that with some polishing, I can become a truly well-rounded musician. It's so odd to think that I'm attempting to transform my style, which is in it's infancy to begin with. Oh well, I'm sure most of this is just mumbo-jumbo anyways.
I mentioned about a week ago that I had the opportunity to learn some music on the fly with a pretty interesting group of guys, today I fully committed myself to the band. Though I still have my reservations, I've decided that the attitude with which they approach music outweighs any doubts I have. The sound needs polishing, and I'm certain that anyone who knows my taste in music would be astounded that I'm playing with these guys. That being said, I'll take this group of passionate, down-to-earth, dedicated individuals who need a little work, over a group of self-obsessed, unrealistic music Nazi's any day. I recorded some lead work on their upcoming EP, and was pleasantly surprised with their reaction to a slightly more... rock/blues style approach to an indie-rock/ambient song. The music, though accessible with simplicity, requires me to think more melodically about my guitar work, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to grow in that respect.
Oh, also! I received an e-mail from Ryan Masecar the other day, who if you didn't already know, played drums and recorded my NC band, Stolen Youth. He, along with Adrien Fiette and myself wrote and recorded an album that unfortunately never saw full production, due to some internal conflicts. All that aside, Ryan is attending the Berklee College of Music and is flexing some of his recording prowess in his recent remastering of one of our bands best songs, in my opinion. This track is called Gone, and although I'm sure anyone who's checked out the band in the past has heard the song, I urge you to take a listen to the astounding quality Ryan was able to conjure.
This track was recorded in Ryan's basement. Ryan on drums, Adrien on bass, and I performed the guitars and vocals. Enjoy!
Stolen Youth- Gone
Peace, and all things love,
-Grant
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Complete Randomness
So, it's been rather nice keeping my schedule wide open for music purposes. I received a call, the night before yesterday, from a band I had planned to audition for but never heard back from. Apparently, they had a competition they were scheduled to perform the next day, but their lead guitarist had backed out randomly the night before hand. Basically, the singer called me at around 11pm that night, I met him at noon the next day, learned the band's set in an hour or so, met with the whole group a few hours later, and then performed that night! Needless to say, it was quite the experience. The music is more indie/ambient than I'm used to, but I think that as a musician, it's important to stretch yourself beyond your comfort zone. Oh, by the way, their drummer is 14 and fucking rocks! Reminds me of the good ole' "Vitamin Funk" days!
On another note, the same night I was performing with this band, I manged to make friends with the sound guy for the venue we were playing at. (http://www.tinroofbars.com/Home/Knoxville) He invited me to come jam around with a group he's putting together, that does Hip-Hop/Funk/Soul grooves, which I fucking love! So I'm looking forward to seeing where that takes me as well.
Yeah, music isn't looking too bad here in BFE, Tennessee. I'm going to try and get me one of them' there' fancy cameras and shit, so I can post pictures and videos of the stuff I'm getting into around here. That may require me to get a job. Damn! All I want to do is play guitar all day.
That's all for now.
As always, remember kids, love is love,
-GMB
Yeah, music isn't looking too bad here in BFE, Tennessee. I'm going to try and get me one of them' there' fancy cameras and shit, so I can post pictures and videos of the stuff I'm getting into around here. That may require me to get a job. Damn! All I want to do is play guitar all day.
That's all for now.
As always, remember kids, love is love,
-GMB
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Update!
So, this will be my second week in Knoxville. It honestly feels like a couple months have passed by, due mostly to the heavy lifting my... let's say... muscularly deprived body was asked to perform. The house my folks managed to grab up is great, though I will admit having neighbors again is a little odd. I forgot how much I fucking hate other animals. I'm so lucky my dog is more teddy bear than canine!
My parents have graciously delegated the third floor of the house to my fancy, which I have appropriately dubbed "The Villa." It's rather nice to escape the frequent meaningless bickering, which while harmless enough, can induce quite the headache if not adequately prepared for. In my Villa I have been afforded a veritable paradise (at least in my twisted sense of the word), with climate control, music room, full bathroom, and a distance far enough that I hear nothing of the happenings beneath me; all of these things previously unbeknown to me and my humble living situations.
All that aside, I suppose I should write a little about music right??
Unfortunately, Knoxville is, and can only be, Knoxville. Though I haven't had much opportunity to search the local clubs/bars for good music, based on what I've read in the papers and researched online, this city isn't much different than things back home. That being said, I was pleasantly surprised today when I met with some guys I managed to find on Craigslist. The pair, hailing from Ohio and having moved here a few years ago, were two brothers that proved to be a promising duo. The most peculiar thing occurred during this epic jam-sesh, as I was even more surprised to the eventual point of jaw-dropping, when another left handed guitarist entered the room. I've never met another lefty guitarist, let alone one that can play, and who played blues/rock! So the four of us continued to play into the evening, and while the music may still be in it's infancy, I have hope that with some effort the group could turn out to be something special.
Well, that's all for now. I am scheduled to meet with a few other people this week, so we'll see if those sessions prove to be as fruitful as today's.
Peace, and all things love,
-GMB
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| I know she doesn't look like much... but she's vicious! |
My parents have graciously delegated the third floor of the house to my fancy, which I have appropriately dubbed "The Villa." It's rather nice to escape the frequent meaningless bickering, which while harmless enough, can induce quite the headache if not adequately prepared for. In my Villa I have been afforded a veritable paradise (at least in my twisted sense of the word), with climate control, music room, full bathroom, and a distance far enough that I hear nothing of the happenings beneath me; all of these things previously unbeknown to me and my humble living situations.
All that aside, I suppose I should write a little about music right??
Unfortunately, Knoxville is, and can only be, Knoxville. Though I haven't had much opportunity to search the local clubs/bars for good music, based on what I've read in the papers and researched online, this city isn't much different than things back home. That being said, I was pleasantly surprised today when I met with some guys I managed to find on Craigslist. The pair, hailing from Ohio and having moved here a few years ago, were two brothers that proved to be a promising duo. The most peculiar thing occurred during this epic jam-sesh, as I was even more surprised to the eventual point of jaw-dropping, when another left handed guitarist entered the room. I've never met another lefty guitarist, let alone one that can play, and who played blues/rock! So the four of us continued to play into the evening, and while the music may still be in it's infancy, I have hope that with some effort the group could turn out to be something special.
Well, that's all for now. I am scheduled to meet with a few other people this week, so we'll see if those sessions prove to be as fruitful as today's.
Peace, and all things love,
-GMB
Grant Barnes has a blog?
(Thought I posted this two days before I left, but this just shows how ignorant I am to this whole thing, I saved it as a draft by mistake!)
I realize this is completely unlike me. However, in the interest of keeping the few North Carolinian patrons of my career updated, I've decided to start a blog. This also prevents my Facebook from becoming a personal spam-fest for all things music related.
I'll aim to keep this blog interesting, with video updates of my progress, and hopefully someday pictures and audio snippets of my work. The fate of a musician has very much so become intertwined with his ability to manipulate the internet, and all of it's treachery. That being said, I'm not particularly handy with design elements, so should you know anyone interested in creating a template that is pleasing to the eye, please feel free to contact me.
Now with all that out of the way...
Prepping for the Move
I'm not sure I realized how quickly this excursion would creep up on me. It feels like I've almost been running from something I so desperately wanted to happen. This entire summer has been incredible, as I suspect most senior year summers are supposed to be. I fear my general disdain for immaturity is being conflicted with my own internal desire to avoid growing up. No one really writes a manual on how to do this shit, you know? Most people sit comfortably knowing they have the first few years of college to figure out what exactly they want to do. Even then, most graduates still have no idea exactly what profession they'll choose. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. It's just starting to hit home that this a career I'm about to embark on. If I screw this one up, I may never have the opportunity to create and perform music to the degree I'd like.
All the sappy shit aside, I feel a lot of positive energy surrounding this move. It's almost as if Karma is waving a huge red flag reading, "THIS WAY!!!" The house we've found literally came out of no where, and we've managed to close on it in nearly perfect timing for my sister to start High School. Our new home is less than 10 minutes away from my fathers new job, which he happens to love, and also may someday help me get my foot in the door for this industry. Let's just hope this energy continues on throughout the trip.
Anyways, all for now.
-GMB
I realize this is completely unlike me. However, in the interest of keeping the few North Carolinian patrons of my career updated, I've decided to start a blog. This also prevents my Facebook from becoming a personal spam-fest for all things music related.
I'll aim to keep this blog interesting, with video updates of my progress, and hopefully someday pictures and audio snippets of my work. The fate of a musician has very much so become intertwined with his ability to manipulate the internet, and all of it's treachery. That being said, I'm not particularly handy with design elements, so should you know anyone interested in creating a template that is pleasing to the eye, please feel free to contact me.
Now with all that out of the way...
Prepping for the Move
I'm not sure I realized how quickly this excursion would creep up on me. It feels like I've almost been running from something I so desperately wanted to happen. This entire summer has been incredible, as I suspect most senior year summers are supposed to be. I fear my general disdain for immaturity is being conflicted with my own internal desire to avoid growing up. No one really writes a manual on how to do this shit, you know? Most people sit comfortably knowing they have the first few years of college to figure out what exactly they want to do. Even then, most graduates still have no idea exactly what profession they'll choose. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. It's just starting to hit home that this a career I'm about to embark on. If I screw this one up, I may never have the opportunity to create and perform music to the degree I'd like.
All the sappy shit aside, I feel a lot of positive energy surrounding this move. It's almost as if Karma is waving a huge red flag reading, "THIS WAY!!!" The house we've found literally came out of no where, and we've managed to close on it in nearly perfect timing for my sister to start High School. Our new home is less than 10 minutes away from my fathers new job, which he happens to love, and also may someday help me get my foot in the door for this industry. Let's just hope this energy continues on throughout the trip.
Anyways, all for now.
-GMB
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