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This morning, I woke up with the sudden urge... to sing. Back in Artchemist (ah those days!) I spent at least 2-3 hours PER day sculpting my vocal chords. Those were the days I thought I would be teaching music for a living. Those were the days I regularly hung out with Dec and co. Over the weekends we attended gigs and through them, I had the privilege to become acquainted with awesome musicians. I had the opportunity to perform places.
But eventually we graduated from University.
People started brainwashing you that money was what mattered. Passion was bullshit.
Fast-forward. This new job has taken a toll on my life. I loved music, I still do. I cannot think of anything else that I derive meaning from more than rhythm and lyrics. Happy or sad or a thousand other emotions - music makes me feel. The difference is that I can only find time to listen now. I don't sing anymore. It sucks because let me tell you this: to sing well - as with every other skill - requires a hell lot of practice. Without practice the vocal muscle coordination loses memory. You start sounding like shit.
I used to be such a perfectionist. I got upset not being able to reach a certain note. Hahahaha I know it's probably a frustration few can relate to. Then again, I have learnt not to take life too seriously! To prove my point here's a raw memo with plenty of 'cracked' parts. In the past it'd kill me to post something of this standard. But now as long as the process makes me happy I guess nothing needs to be perfect. :)
Too bad I've returned Meng's Alienball microphone. Meng is someone who inspires, and surprises me with his firm belief in taking the road less taken. It's not easy. He lent me Alienball a few months back to encourage me to pick up again. Thank you!
Dear Santa
I really want a recording microphone to call my own, for Xmas.
Voice memo makes me sound like Daffy Duck.
Thank you too. Teehee.
Thank you too. Teehee.
