Life in the Space Opera's Asylum for failed Musicians
A summary of recent shenanigans
I got my bachelors degree in vocal performance, and now I don't even know if I want to sing anymore. Oops. I discovered I'm a pretty BAMF composer along the way though, so I guess it wasn't a total waste. (I think part of the problem is that I AM SO BURNT OUT ON MUSIC RIGHT NOW. The other part is none of your business, please and thank you.) I have multiple open projects/scores that I work on at a time, so I'm never bored, and composing isn't nearly as stressful as singing/acting.
Labyrinth (You know, where David Bowie steals babies, and Jennifer Connelly does most/all of her own stunts because she is a QUEEN)
Trinity Blood (Oh, my poor, sweet, insane, lab rat children. It's never going to be okay, is it?)
I like fresh asparagus, almost every genre of music known to human kind, sharpened color pencils, ethereal and somewhat amoral antiheroes.
I dislike canned peas, student loan payments, postmodern "country" music, and paradoxes in the space time continuum.