Sadly, due to a number of things outside of my control, the full-time job I mentioned finally getting in the edit of my previous entry was something that I had to walk away from.  I was lucky enough to almost immediately find a long-term substitute band director position for a local high school, so I’m currently able to keep eating at least until the end of October. 

           However, like any great musician, the eternal question remains and haunts me like the ghost of an unwelcome mother-in-law – “what’s next?”  Thus, my job search continues.

           It has certainly been quite a journey thus far, filled with ups and downs that I never would have foreseen for myself a year ago.  While the process of applying for jobs has been reduced to the submission of a lengthy digital form for most places, the interviews themselves have proven to have all been very interesting experiences.  Some of these have stood out more than others in terms of the actual process, the expectations of the job, and pure weirdness.

           Take a journey with me, bros.

Here's the second half of my two-part series on things I learned going to school for music.  If you're just starting out on the journey, or if you'd like some reminders of your majoring in music basics, these are the blog posts for you!

Check out the first part here if you missed it.

           The end of summer draws neigh.  While I’m sitting here continuing to try and figure out this “real life” thing (I’ve stumbled upon the cure for the common cold, though that’s not related to my field, so I tossed the paperwork), many of my potential readers are preparing to go back to school.  Though I have both physically and emotionally finished with my undergraduate years of music school, I can’t help but think about my first year at Rowan University as a jazz education major and how different those experiences were from all my other years there. 

[The Poetry of] Who I Am

            The first entry of a new blog.  Yea, indeed, such is as the life of a newborn babe first emerging into the world.  It brings with it infinite promises of an equally infinite number of possibilities.  It is as a blooming flower, bursting forth from its formerly covered state into a dazzling array of color and whimsy.  Will this beauty continue into the future, or has yet another seed of self-destruction been sown?