I've decided that majoring in music tends to take all of the joy out of it. Or at least majoring in voice, since that's all I can speak about from experience. I guess I can't say that, I still love music and all that, but all of the crazy hoops, which are part of life but seem to be even more ingrained in the world of the music major. Of course there's also the politics, but it's more than that. It's more the constant, never ending stress about it. There's always something you need to memorize and get ready for the next midterm for the next jury (gag me) or, when it comes time, the Junior and Senior recitals. Then, of course, the theory classes, having to learn piano as well, and well enough to pass a jury on that too. Then, as the politics drive you even more insane (though I realize of course, they're a part of life in general) you also have to do song studies, and deal with a very, very angry teacher when you quite obviously have not practiced, (my fault, I know) and after majoring in music, can you ever just simply enjoy singing just for the fun of singing? And hearing a performance? Heh, screw that, you're busy analyzing and critiquing.
Okay so I'm not going to drop voice (unless I can't keep up with my other major, which is marketing, because that takes precedence) because despite all of my gripes, I do still love it, but it really does seem that music majors were designed with the specific purpose to kill all of the joy in it. Does anyone in the discipline agree, or barring that, does anyone have a similar experience, or does it seem to be just a music thing?
Okay so I'm not going to drop voice (unless I can't keep up with my other major, which is marketing, because that takes precedence) because despite all of my gripes, I do still love it, but it really does seem that music majors were designed with the specific purpose to kill all of the joy in it. Does anyone in the discipline agree, or barring that, does anyone have a similar experience, or does it seem to be just a music thing?
Fincham: Where are you going?
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.
Me: I have no idea
Fincham: I meant where are you sitting. This wasn't an existential question.