Hello, Giant Bomb. How is everyone tonight, on this Good Friday?
Dreams, hopes, and keeping them alive.
Hello, Giant Bomb. How is everyone tonight, on this Good Friday?
That sounds great. I have a lot of respect for people who follow their ambitions, though for some they view their goal through awesome-tinted glasses and are not really aware of the reality of it.
It seems like you know what you are getting yourself into, so congratulations and good luck.
I hope you fail and end up flipping burgers in your local McDonald's and when I come in, after inexplicably flying across the atlantic directly to your city, I miserably spend my hard earned money on your burger and you force a smile and tell me to have a nice day, because you have to, because you gave up your life to follow a crazy dream. I'll ignore you, not really enjoy my burger and get back to my slightly above average job while you stay in your meagre hand-to-mouth workplace.
Nah, just kidding. I'd never go to an American McDonalds.
Nah, just kidding. I would but i'm anorexic.
I'm being serious. I'm also being serious when I say, good luck. After hearing all the shit about the depression, it's about time someone actually felt motivated to do something good.
"I hope you fail and end up flipping burgers in your local McDonald's and when I come in, after inexplicably flying across the atlantic directly to your city, I miserably spend my hard earned money on your burger and you force a smile and tell me to have a nice day, because you have to, because you gave up your life to follow a crazy dream. I'll ignore you, not really enjoy my burger and get back to my slightly above average job while you stay in your meagre hand-to-mouth workplace.Nah, just kidding. I'd never go to an American McDonalds.Nah, just kidding. I would but i'm anorexic.I'm being serious. I'm also being serious when I say, good luck. After hearing all the shit about the depression, it's about time someone actually felt motivated to do something good."Oh, HandsomeDead. You might actually like the music I play. I'm not going to pay 80,000 over the next 4 years to learn how to be a Rush cover band.
"HandsomeDead said:Maybe. I'd be interested in hearing whatever you do produce in the end, even if just so I can have a smoking gun to you being overly pretentious or, better, it'll be good and I can add it to my playlists."I hope you fail and end up flipping burgers in your local McDonald's and when I come in, after inexplicably flying across the atlantic directly to your city, I miserably spend my hard earned money on your burger and you force a smile and tell me to have a nice day, because you have to, because you gave up your life to follow a crazy dream. I'll ignore you, not really enjoy my burger and get back to my slightly above average job while you stay in your meagre hand-to-mouth workplace.Nah, just kidding. I'd never go to an American McDonalds.Nah, just kidding. I would but i'm anorexic.I'm being serious. I'm also being serious when I say, good luck. After hearing all the shit about the depression, it's about time someone actually felt motivated to do something good."Oh, HandsomeDead. You might actually like the music I play. I'm not going to pay 80,000 over the next 4 years to learn how to be a Rush cover band."
I'm going to sound like a sap but it is so worth it.
If you have a dream goal in life, no matter what it is or how old / young you are. Never stop trying to achieve it. You may never ever achieve your life ambition but that doesn't mean you shouldn't pour your heart and soul into trying to achieve it. Because lets be fair here, what else is there too look forward too if not your ultimate goal in life?
You can either work like a drone in a cheap suit, sitting in a cubicle for 8 hours a day and go home to the same old routine or you can strive to change your life and make something of yourself.
I shit you not, it was almost as if I could hear Piano Man while I read that. Ark, don't let people pull you down. This is the United fucking States of America. We have a son of a Kenyan immigrant; an African-American kid who grew up on food stamps, became hooked on drugs, and lived a troubled life with his family always sickened and/or dying. Now he's the President. There's a reason why it's called the "American Dream," a term that's only faintly recognizable, though recognizable nevertheless, in times when American stigma is as great as her nuclear stock-pile.
Fuck all the nay-sayers. You've already taken the first step, Ark, getting into a music college. Don't let anyone pull you down. Keep going, buddy.
Good luck with that, just take it with a grain of salt because shitheads like the Jonas Brothers live in a mansion while real musicians perform on street corners.
Well this is interesting because it's something that's close to my heart. As it happened I turned my back on my dream, which is the same thing as you, music. I love producing music, and I actually dreamed of working with my other favourite things -- video games. I love the nuances of sound and their mixing. I'm not really a musician as such -- I'm a hobby producer.
As university neared -- I could never decide. Music/dreams and no future (come on, let's be realistic) or dull daytime office job/web designer and a future. I picked the latter and started my university course. By Christmas I'd decided no matter what the future held, my dreams were worth following. Started my music degree a long way from home -- and hated where I was living, hated the area, hated being far away from home. As it happened -- not matter how much I love producing music and wanted to learn every day, my dreams weren't worth the trade-off of £30,000 of debt, no career prospects and living for 3-years in an area I hate isolated from those I love.
So as it turned out, my dreams fell apart all around me. And as it happens I feel left behind, trapped and my confidence (of which I used to think I had in abundance) has been smashed.
I learned dreams don't come true. But I also gained belief in fate. I turned away from my first degree, to follow my "dreams". And as soon as I began to pursue them they fell apart around me. As it happens, my old degree welcomed me back, and while I'm not particularly fascinated by the subject -- something inside me directed me. It was like I have been pulled against my own "wants" and dreams, and put in a direction that looks so mundance, and seems so dull, but something that perhaps I'm SUPPOSED to do, even though it doesn't feel it.
Either way, perhaps fate is pulling you towards your dreams, and your dreams really will come true. I hope it does, because life is dull and hard enough. If you manage to earn money doing something you enjoy, then I can only imagine your life will be a bit brighter.
I don't want to sound ungrateful in this post either - I am super thankful for all the opportunities I've been given. I'm guilty of making mistakes, like everyone. I just wanted to say that because I know people might think I have just been given all this opportunity and not appreciated any of it, which I do, so much.
Alas -- on a more positive note, what instruments do you play Ark?
Check out the last track I produced before taking some time out on my "dream" here. Don't listen to the older shit, it's terrible.
I kinda dug that tune, sammy. Also, I play bass guitar, and nothing else. I wasn't in a good enough financial position to join the band program at my school, which is my biggest regret.
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