My song’s have been lacking in all things good lately. I’ve just been in a real slump with songwriting, and I think it has to do with two things: there’s an incredible number of things I must accomplish and the dorm room environment is not conducive to creativity.
I have so many things going on right now. Firstly, there is a massive pressure to get good grades in order to get scholarships so I can stay at Belmont. I also feel a constant need to work on my recording skills. I’ve been told by an accomplished audio engineer that one does not gain a good ear for recording until his 500th hour of mixing. I may have, to be generous, 50 hours following me. In addition to the obvious, there’s also a need to be socially involved, and the dorm life just takes up a large amount of time. (Everyone needs to make the Taco Bell run at least 4 times a week, right?) Lastly–and I list this lastly not because of importance, but due to the order in which I come to it–I desperately need to invest much more time studying God’s word. I am more and more conscious that I need to be prepared for whatever… whenever. I believe I’ve taken for granted the good times that I am now frittering away.
So the second thing: the dorm certainly doesn’t lend itself to creativity. Countless times I’ve been sitting on the crewton with guitar in hand writing all about love, salvation, or ogres, when one of the guys in the hall walks in. Here comes the big dichotomy: I love the community, but it is that community that makes it so difficult to write with any kind of interesting quality. Up until today, it has been far too cold outside to write in the quad, and the Pembroke 2nd hallway is less than desirable for songwriting. Perhaps the apartment next year will allow for more private time whenever I so desire. Perhaps that’s wishful thinking. I’ll look into it all…
All I ask for is “a modestly hot girl to help me through the hard times; you know the kind that are only sorta hot, so they don’t mess around with other guys.”
— Strong Bad
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