My Passions and Dreams, Coming to Fruition

Update Blog:

I'm a Singer, Lyricist, and Songwriter looking for somebody to team up with and to take my music in a different direction.  Thinking piano, acoustic guitar, or even a DJ live-mixing my tracks and yours, with vocals by me or both of us.  I own a digital piano that I can offer for rehearsals and gigs.  So if you live in the greater Tampa Bay area, and if coffee shops and art bars sound good to you as venues, get back to me soon.  I'm eager to get this ball rolling.

I've been playing around with a new toy, a composing app, and I've laid out a rough draft for the title track on my solo project:  “Optimal Optical & the Auditory Story of the Mind”.  Basically, I figured I'd update yinz guys on the direction in which my solo project is headed:  to showcase the sounds I'm expanding on, and also the composing process that I'm developing.  Lyrics for this track can also be found on my bandcamp, soundcloud, and reverbnation music sites.  You can find this song, and all of my other ones, on the music player below.

After much back and forth in my mind, I've decided to apply to the Creative Writing program at Carnegie Mellon University.  Moving forward on this, I've also decided to submit Kuderski's and my 2nd album as a portfolio.  It's not required in any way for me to do so, but with my age as a factor, I figure every little bit of effort on my part is vital in securing a place as a student there.

I intend to begin the BHA program (Bachelors of Humanities and Arts) during my sophomore year.  As I've also made clear, I will apply as a composition major.  What would be really great is if I could teach as a Professor at CMU.  I know that I'm crazy about this University.  Plain and simple, it's one of my homes, of which I have three.

I extend an open ear to listen without prejudice, if any of you need somebody to lend an ear.  I'm online throughout the day, so...  no worries needed there.  I may write a lot, but when you talk I'm all ears.  I'm right here.

Keep on keeping on,
Hobbes