An Update On My Songwriting
Howdy world,
I’ve been very absent for a while and you deserve my apologies. Over break I wrote a few new songs with some friends back home, two of which are part of the punk rock project (“Nanos Tacos” and “If I Get Boring”), and two of which are for the acoustic project (“She Said No, No, No” and “Bone That Delicious Butt”). They’re being reviewed and edited by my brother Razzy, who’s currently at the Sam Francisco Conservatory of Music studying Classical Guitar.
He has some connections with some pretty legit labels who have said that if we can produce a decent demo and send it to them, they’d be willing to produce for us. Boasting point: Have I ever mentioned that my old band (Synergia, though it wasn’t “mine”) sent a demo to a producer at Capitol Records and they liked it? True story. We had a connection. Which proves that Capitol Records only produces crappy music! Jaykay, friendos, but I certainly wouldn’t have put any of those songs on repeat.
The friends/band back home underwent a lot of existential anxiety over break. Does Razzy really want to be a guitar professor for the rest of his life? Do Vivek and Joe really want to do accounting and work boring desk jobs? Is Salman really making the right move by taking a break and sorting his life out after having a shitty time at Cornell? And myself, well, life will never make sense for me. This is the stuff of youthful angst, and the perfect writing conditions for this music.
But we’ve all in some way or another resolved that we have to start a band and tour, for just once in our lives. I’m willing to take a year and a half out of my life to devote to music (and making money on the side–this Brown degree has got to do something for me!) so I can say I did it, that I tried to live the dream of touring in a punk rock band. We’d travel cheaply in some van, go round the country meeting people, experiencing the variety of human personalities and actions. If we don’t do it, we’ll always wonder what it would have been like. And I’ll use that life experience to write screenplays when I get to New York. That’s my plan anyway. A year and a half worth of admitted mistakes and a wasted degree, I can do that. For the indelible memories, I can do that.
That’s the update for now. Catch me at the open mics (I missed the Haiti one early this semester, but I’ll be back!). I love you all.
Roman
