I suppose my biggest issue with the life of a musician trying to work on gigs alone is the transience of the experience. One minute, it seems like you’re finally breaking through, and the next you’re back of the line again. It’s one of my fears about trying to live by your work alone. Also, even if you do start to make it, what happens if you tire of it? Not that it happens very often. Really, I think my biggest worry is trying and failing. I know, it isn’t very original. Still, what happens when you fail? People say it’s better to try and fail than to never try at all. It’s cliché yet true. I’m getting there. I don’t want to be like my dad, who barely tried because he was afraid. I didn’t want to see it, but, in that way, he and I are somewhat similar. I don’t like failing. (I can’t imagine anyone who does.) One day soon, I will push and see what happens.
As for the current (not future) now, I am figuring out whether ethnomusicology is the best plan of action. It seems like it would work. There are several fields mixed together, so I won’t be bored. Also, I get to study foreign languages–a hobby of mine–as part of my required coursework. Not to mention, all of the tech work I learned–photography, audio and video recording–will definitely be a plus. I can even write research proposals about something other than advertising samples! Huzzah!