Music. Art. Life.

I'm back into music making. Today, I just put together a slow song, having been studying beatmakers T-Minus and 40. I especially like how 40 uses sevenths in his beats; not overly complicated, but not too simplistic, either. He tends to use low-pass filters on instrumentation, outlined with an evocative drum track. Here's the result of my study.

Impasse.

I'm currently fighting a battle of point/counterpoint. From birth, I've been immersed in music. I played violin in my early days, so much so that even after severely traumatic damage to my arm, I can still play. Though I suffered extensive muscle damage and atrophy, muscle memory had not totally faded. I've been in choirs, singing at graduations, and even learned to also play the saxophone. And I have ventured into music making.

The other side of this is that I have been studying journalism for the past few years. And one of the tenets of journalism is objectivity and independence. Though I am good at what I do, there is still the draw back to music. Often, I find myself glued to my laptop, weaving harmonies and beats; ever evolving with the styles employed.

Following my instincts, I would love to pursue performance. But I don't come without a measure of noncommittal; I prefer to always have a backup plan. For journalism to be a backup to performance is a dangerous gambit, since journalistic credibility is more often than not eviscerated by attempts at glory.

What is to be done in such a situation? Pursue a dream rooted in genetic ability? Relent?

Should I pursue journalism, my time may be so consumed that I may be hard pressed to pursue musicianship further. Venturing into music may very well assassinate my career before I even begin.

I do know that there is power in these vocal chords of mine. My intent is to use them, in one capacity or another.