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It 's 2 a.m. on my first Friday morning as a college student. My temples begin to ache, as my eyelids gradually gain weight – a long night has turned into an early morning. A biology lab lurks just past the rising sun. Do I continue to finish my beat or do I use the remaining hours to rest before an overloaded morning? As I try to answer that question, a larger, looming one presents itself: Do I follow my dream of becoming a major music producer or do I take a safer route, earning a degree and finding a steady paying day job?
As I have grown, so has the presence of music in my life. Starting in 3rd grade, I began taking trombone lessons, which developed into a 4 year run at band. It was as my middle school career as …show more content…
Luckily for me, Christmas had come at an opportune time. My wish list looked something like this: producing software, a keyboard, and as many iTunes gift cards I could get. Santa delivered. I had gotten everything I wanted. As soon as I had hastily unpackaged my gifts, I rushed to set up my own home studio; my dream of becoming a well-known music producer was seemingly at the tips of my fingers, or so I imagined. Soon after I had sat down, ready to create a masterpiece, I began to realize how much work and knowledge went into crafting a beat. Innate musical talent wasn 't enough. It wasn 't just putting sounds into the empty slots and hoping to create an attention grasping melody. It was being able to manipulate your tools in such a way, that created your own, unique vision. I fiddled with what seemed to be alien controls displayed on my computer screen, learning just how meticulous of a process music production can be. But, I didn’t let the fear of the unknown enslave me. I was determined to follow my dream. Endless hours of online tutorials and self-taught lessons turned into several days. Soon, winter break was over, and it was time to return to school. I had learned some ways around the program, but had not yet familiarized myself enough to create what I had envisioned. It took countless weeks of grueling trial and error to be able to make a beat. Finally, I was ready to begin producing. Releasing the immense amount of sonic vision, I had stored in my mind, and putting it into something that could be consumed by others was one of the most fulfilling moments I had ever experienced. I had harnessed the ability to turn classic, 'boring ' songs into beats with new found life and purpose. All my friends who said they 'd never listen to Motown, were now, blaring my beats that consisted of artists like The Supremes, Smokey Robinson, and The Commodores. Even now, they still don 't believe
It 's 2 a.m. on my first Friday morning as a college student. My temples begin to ache, as my eyelids gradually gain weight – a long night has turned into an early morning. A biology lab lurks just past the rising sun. Do I continue to finish my beat or do I use the remaining hours to rest before an overloaded morning? As I try to answer that question, a larger, looming one presents itself: Do I follow my dream of becoming a major music producer or do I take a safer route, earning a degree and finding a steady paying day job?
As I have grown, so has the presence of music in my life. Starting in 3rd grade, I began taking trombone lessons, which developed into a 4 year run at band. It was as my middle school career as …show more content…
Luckily for me, Christmas had come at an opportune time. My wish list looked something like this: producing software, a keyboard, and as many iTunes gift cards I could get. Santa delivered. I had gotten everything I wanted. As soon as I had hastily unpackaged my gifts, I rushed to set up my own home studio; my dream of becoming a well-known music producer was seemingly at the tips of my fingers, or so I imagined. Soon after I had sat down, ready to create a masterpiece, I began to realize how much work and knowledge went into crafting a beat. Innate musical talent wasn 't enough. It wasn 't just putting sounds into the empty slots and hoping to create an attention grasping melody. It was being able to manipulate your tools in such a way, that created your own, unique vision. I fiddled with what seemed to be alien controls displayed on my computer screen, learning just how meticulous of a process music production can be. But, I didn’t let the fear of the unknown enslave me. I was determined to follow my dream. Endless hours of online tutorials and self-taught lessons turned into several days. Soon, winter break was over, and it was time to return to school. I had learned some ways around the program, but had not yet familiarized myself enough to create what I had envisioned. It took countless weeks of grueling trial and error to be able to make a beat. Finally, I was ready to begin producing. Releasing the immense amount of sonic vision, I had stored in my mind, and putting it into something that could be consumed by others was one of the most fulfilling moments I had ever experienced. I had harnessed the ability to turn classic, 'boring ' songs into beats with new found life and purpose. All my friends who said they 'd never listen to Motown, were now, blaring my beats that consisted of artists like The Supremes, Smokey Robinson, and The Commodores. Even now, they still don 't believe