Ok so here it is. The new year. Things are already pretty stress-heavy on the moving-out-of-town and securing a student loan side of life. I have no idea how to even fill out a contract, nor do I have a signature, but I guess you just have to learn these things coming into adulthood. The real question, though, is why would an eighteen-year-old be expected to retain information such as combined parental salaries and what categories they are split between? What even is this system anymore? Not to say this bureaucratic world we live in hasn't always been like this, but goddamn. I just want to make music and find music buddies down in the big city! Is that so hard to do without a wall of identification proof and financial details, dear Government?
Oh well. It's messy and confusing, but this is it.
Last night I got a cracked version of Absynth 5, which in my wildest dreams would've been as easy as it was to get without a shitload of malware. Thank you, rutracker.org! I made a pretty nifty house/ambient track with it, which you can find here.
Also, if you are reading this and find yourself connecting to my music—whether it is my electronic stuff or my usual instrumental/rock/whatever-you-wanna-call-it sort of stuff—I want to give a thanks to you for supporting me. Music is such a shit gig in terms of how the industry works in this day and age, and to (maybe?) have a following this compact is actually quite encouraging. I've always wanted to just put my music out there and never get huge. I don't know if I ever will make it big, but if I do one day I think I'll find myself wishing it was back to how it is now. Fame is torture. Anywho, if you're one of the like 5 people that listen to my music and somehow made your way here, thanks for listening. I love you.
Have a good day!
