The Ears are the Pathway to the Soul (Part I)

Previously I wrote about the transition of a sound professional from the field of film to music. In light of my recent domestic developments, home recording and mixing has become less of a reality. In its stead, I have rediscovered...this. The written word. Is it any mistake that an individual who listens to words as his occupation would eventually take to composing his own?

For the record, I wrote seriously well before I became involved in film. In fact, I received a bachelor's degree in nonfiction writing. The intention was a segue into a career in journalism...or perhaps documentaries. As it turned out, the doors opened up to reveal a pathway into long-form, scripted film, but as a sound technician instead.

As I have said before, a week's worth of drenching rain and mischievous mold conspired to kick me out of my house and away from my recording equipment, and what I thought was to be my most creative outlet, my number one mistress, my music.

The more steps you take to avoid your destiny, the closer you get to it.

Now, I don't know if I believe that...all the time, at least. But in this case, my old lady, the written word, is ringing me nonstop wondering where I have been. I tell her, "I'm here, baby. I never stray for long. Besides, you knew the deal going into this, my previous allegiances."

"Hmph," she says, as if she's heard it one thousand times. And she has.