Who'll even notice or care that I deleted all this shit? Music is pretty cool. I mean, without it, I'm pretty sure I'd have gone crazy in the gigantic influx of music deprivation induced insanity that everyone seems to theorize would happen. But worry not, my friends. If there wasn't music, Pillar of Autumn would goddamn invent it. But, yeah, I like music and stuff.
I'm quite fond of either making or, by pure bat shit dumb luck, stumbling upon literal adaptations of lyrics. Besides music videos, of course.
My love used to lie in a digital camera. I, at times, claimed to be a photographer of sorts. And people liked my work. But time passed and my life changed and I just could never find time for it like I used to. But don't get me wrong, I still love shooting. And maybe someday I'll make a triumphant return behind the lens. But until then, you can check my Fuck It, Here They Are blog to see some -a very small sampling- of my work.
Then there was that one time I told myself to buy a bass guitar. And I would play it. And I would learn songs. And I could play them pretty well. But just like photography, I couldn't spare the time to dedicate to it to sustain my abilities, let alone learn new stuff. However, sometimes certain songs will come on, and my fingers will start to get that little twitch that screams in my subconscious "come on, find me some strings to pluck!" Maybe one day I'll pick that back up again.
...Damn, that's a lot of new shit for one night. Maybe one day, I'll get around to updating this shit. Again.
