I finish the last of dishes, watch and wave out the window as my family's van pulls out of our driveway and towards the highway, leaving me all by my lonesome at home for the weekend. Sounds like the start of an especially enjoyable weekend, right? Well, suffice to say, my house hasn't hosted any debauchery-filled hoedowns or hootenannies (yet).
Instead, I practiced music for Kate & Luke's wedding. The electrical pedal cut out just when I needed it, and suddenly a beautifully practiced and played intro to 'How Great Is Our God' came out, eh, not so nice. I still think it came out best when I switched the settings to "AeroTrance".
What kind of name is Fergie, anyways?
A lot of people have encouraged me to audition for American Idol here in Minneapolis. Some seem to think the choice to audition is a no-brainer, but there are other things to consider. First off, I've never been too impressed with the American Idol contestants (besides Kelly Clarkson). I mean, sure they may have great voices, (at least in the later rounds) but to me the mark of a great musician is that they can write great music. Questions to consider: If I am going to become famous, do I want it to be through a TV show? If I do, can I maintain much, if any, of the creative license over my music? Would college just take a backseat if I indeed did make it through to Hollywood? And, most importantly, is this what I'm called/led to do? I have a bit of trouble believing that it would be God's will to have me be an "Idol". Not that I'm being self-righteous or anything...
...In other news, my mother told me last week that I, quote, no longer had any standards of right or wrong, unquote. I think this tirade was in response to television shows such as Full Metal Alchemist and books by such authors as J.K. Rowling and Stephen King. Is it any wonder that she and I engage in verbal battle so often? Hopefully, when I'm a parent, I will choose my battles wisely. I believe a parent should be quite happy with a child who doesn't swear, have sex, smoke or drink.
At 13, my brother has had as many girlfriends as I, a college sophomore. Kids these days...
I'm sure if I thought for a few seconds I could think of a lot more to write about, but for now, I think I've written quite enough.
In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening and good night!
I Feel: Sore
The Tune I March To: DARE - Gorillaz