Simple

Today's blog is rather simple. Why do people have to behave unprofessionally/uncourteously? I mean, I've been waiting to hear back from a potential accompanist, and I have been given nada. Screw that. If you rely on playing for other people as your means of money, then do it. Don't be picky in a town like Pokey, it just doesn't work, because soon you've offended half your client base with just a bad rap.

Or with people flaunting the fact that they "know more than you." By that I mean, they can regurgitate crap for a test. Good for you, you can say words, but here's the kicker-so can dogs. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjpJib3dct0&feature=related ) So really, tell me something new or cool or original, or please shut your yapper. I don't care if you can hum all the Beethoven Symphony melodies, or tell me every bone in my body, all that tells me is you have no life, so you feel to impart knowledge I can just as easily access and memorize and regurgitate, and for no real reason other than you feel it is neccessary to tell someone. So be courteous, don't be a know it all.

Senses

Have you ever walked into a building and immediately been taken to a long distant memory? Has there ever been a smell or song that was just ethereal?
I'm in slc to watch la boheme, our group of nutty musicians,we just finished our dinners at some thai place (served a decent, albeit heavy green curry), and came to a german delicatessan for dessert, and I had to use the bathroom. Inside the bathroom was a tropic citrus smell I could only define as home like and memorable.i don't remember when I first smelt it, but it was before I was a teen. I just find it odd because tonight is most likely going to be one of those nights I remember from college.
It just prices how remarkable and scary the brain is.anyhow, it's almost curtains up, so I should go...

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Alright

So this weekend was supposed to be towards studying for my listening exam and midterm for history next week, but instead tonight I have a concert (which should be great!), and tomorrow I get to go see La Boheme in SLC, which I'm also pretty stoked for. I guess what the problem is, is that I should be studying, and instead I have legitamate reasons for going and doing fun things... rather bass-ackwards really.

Well, I'm in a tux, and need to eat something quickly to satiate my dizzyness. Here's to a good weekend!

Dear Professor

So yesterday's (thursday) rant was going to be about professors. It is funny that a lot of freshman assume that their professors are their to educate them-as they assumed their highschool teachers had. But the truth is that most of the professors I've ever had were not educators, and were really in the college setting just because they had no other choice. So it is rare when there is aprofessor who actually cares about their students- whether it be from just getting to know them, asking them how they are doing (in class or socially) or just making sure that their students succeed in life. Though, they are few and far between, they are typically the professors we all remember and try and get back in touch with 10 years down the line when we have advanced degrees....or something. I don't know really, I just want to say I appreciate what my professors do for me and how hard they work to secure a better education for me and my peers. That's about all i have for now.

Ack!

Midterms tonight, so a short post. Today's big ideas circled around the basis of-why do we do what we do? I think in terms of being a musician and a music major, and why I chose to do these things. Sure there's the more literal response that in 6th grade I was presented with an ultimatum of choir or band (my parents made it a no-argue choice), but my thoughts are more bent towards why was becoming a music major and allowing myself the experience and difficulty of trying to achieve this degree so compelling. I personally have had a lot of back and forth on why I still perform in large ensembles-it's true that I have always thought I was gaining little to nothing form being in them. How true this is I can only speculate, as I keep getting shifted into new positions within the ensembles (so learning new spots is still learning), but is it worth the time and effort? Back and forth this races through my head, and at the end of the day, of course it is worth playing in these ensembles. Not because we sound great, or that we make the world a better place, it has nothing to do with "we" or "they" it only has to do with "ME." I like to play my horn, even when it's music I'd rather not touch with a fourty foot pole, but I still enjoy the experience I get feeling the sound leave the bell and the keys vibrating in my fingers while the whole of my body becomes enveloped in the sound. That is why I do it, that is why I have stuck to music now for over a decade.

I realize there is a high population of people who wonder the same thing in all disciplines in life, at all stages in life, which is human. There are not enough people who question why they do the things they do in this world, because there are so many people who are downright miserable with their life. Some pain and suffering is unavoidable, but at the end of the day if someone asks you "Do you live a good, happy life?(or fulfilling...)" and you can't say, "Why yes, I actually do, even though there is some stuff that I'd rather not have" you probably havn't questioned your actions in a serious light. So meditate on where you are, why you are doing things, what brought you there, what is to keep you there, and over all, why you havn't given me money....ok maybe not that last one...but maybe so...

Brain Drain

Seeing as how it is now halfway, through the midterm week, it seems appropriate for there to be a time of reflection on exactly where I've been, and how much longer I have. This is all related to college mind you...and I still have 1 3/4 years until I graduate. This isn't too long that I can't bear it, but after that is grad school and then, life. Am I prepared for life yet? no, so thank god I have 3 1/2 years before it slaps me in the face like a trout (see twitter).

Then there is to consider that this is in fact my fifth year of college, and I will graduate my sixth...advantage? I was able to sift through my growing years and come into a set idea of what a great career would be, and it was not what I began with. Disadvantage? well, to begin I will get my bachelors degree in 6 years, and that's with student loans to pay off. Plus I will still have 2 years of grad school.

For those of you who don't know- I wish to become a music librarian, which requires at the least an B.S. in music and an M.L.S/M.I.T.S (masters of library science/information technology science). At the most I could get a MMLS (same as above, just with music specifically), tagged with a Masters in Musicology (which is only a couple more classes if you actually look, but it does add another semester...). Then comes the true struggle of finding a job-but that is a stress I can postpone for a couple years.

If you are wondering, "Why dear god, Trevor, are you going into such a boring profession!?" Well, to put it simply, it is a good day job. Statistically it has a high satisfaction rate amongst professionals, it is stimulating on a daily basis, but nobody will die if I do something wrong. Plus I get to work in music all day! And at night and evening and weekends? I GET A LIFE!! plus the pay is decent enough to have a family on, which is also good for me!

Mind you, I like to think of my career as a day job, and leave me plenty of time to write the great American novel, or compose some brilliant music (ya, i'm sure it will be stellar...) but hell, it's my free time to enjoy all these skills I am learning or have learned.

That's my rant for this evening. Go, get poptarts now. Or hamsters, whichever floats your boat.

Trying this again

So basically i created this this blog and never used it. so lets see fi i can give it another go.

Today i realized something while i was doing pickup in the library. I caught my image reflected in one of the tinted windows by the history area, and to my great disturbance i realized i no longer look like that highschool kid. It just perturbed me because i have always thought of myself as that tall dorky guy with long hair and acne problems. But when I looked into the reflection I saw me as I am now-a tall, slight filled out man (still tall and dorky, but not un-handsome) with a five-o'clock goatee shadow.

Really, other than that, all i can honestly say is today blew donkey balls, as it was a monday, and it's midterms. Oh how I wish I already had my masters degree and a job...