I think somewhere along university, I could no longer differentiate between performing for affirmation and performing for the love of the art. The art became a thing defined by grades and outside opinion, and it became the norm till now during my struggle to find out what went wrong back then. Ironically, before university, it was all love and no technique. After education, it was all about technique and the love was lost in the midst of it. My greatest fear is to find that the love no longer exists and I'm doing it solely for affirmation. Music has been all I've loved since a kid and to give that up because of a self-worth issue is a painful thought.
But the passion emerges in little sparks and swells whenever I listen to a moving piece of music. Though seldom when I perform now. I think that gives me the answer that the love for the art hasn't left me, it's just ensnared by perfectionism.
I haven't seen Whiplash. It's a little intimidating? I've a feeling I'm both the drummer and the coach.
But the passion emerges in little sparks and swells whenever I listen to a moving piece of music. Though seldom when I perform now. I think that gives me the answer that the love for the art hasn't left me, it's just ensnared by perfectionism.
I haven't seen Whiplash. It's a little intimidating? I've a feeling I'm both the drummer and the coach.