October 27th, 2017
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Found this old video and was pretty blown away that this was almost 4 years ago. Time is moving way too fast dude. If you're wondering why I haven't posted recently, it's because I'm not writing. I think about this a lot. How I've lost my passion for something that use to define who I am so intimately. Videos like this remind me of how passionate I used to be about music. The audio is scuffed, I mean I couldn't even wait for my roommate to get out of the shower before recording this. I was so eager to show this off that I just went with this. No EQ, nothing, I had probably written it that morning. I was writing multiple songs a day, and would stay up for days on end recording and editing audio. I was really committed to the craft, though it probably doesn't show it here.
Look at that bed, I was literally sleeping on the floor. I ended up buying a bed frame only cause I was bringing a girl back to my house. I'm pretty convinced that if I were a virgin I would still be sleeping on the floor to this day. I guess I've always been motivated by external things. Which makes me wonder if I was ever really motivated by internal passion to begin with? Hell I released my first album cause I wanted to impress people, was that really it all along? Was I ever a true artist, or just someone trying to get laid? Is internal motivation what defines a "true artist"? Cause if so, Edgar Allan Poe was definitely not a true artist... Dude was down BAD.
Alright I'm fucking rambling, but I'm drinking yknow? Enjoy this ass clip from 4 years ago. I never finished this song, or wrote any more of it. But I still play it often, when I get the chance.
