It's Just Fact | 11/11/08
Yesterday afternoon I was editing a steel drum piece from a few years back; making edits and whatnot to prepare some new parts. As I'm listening to the recording I have this thought: I might be the best the entire world. Unlike my belief about playing corner for Quincy University, I have solid evidence that I might be the best composer for steel pans in the world: people buy it, people play it, and while I've heard individual songs that are better than individual songs of mine, I can't think of anyone who has out-written me with any sort of consistency. Even having avoided the genre for a few years to "round out", I'm all but certain that no one has stepped up to overthrow me. I'm particularly fond of the arrangers who have no creative skill but think they're awesome because they started with a good song and didn't ruin it. That's not composing, bitches. But yeah, if you're reading this and think you're better than me in any way...uh, why don't you go ahead and bring it?
To say I've been in a lousy mood the past couple of days doesn't do justice to the word "lousy". It's just one of those periods where you'd like to say to the world at large, "Seriously, can you stop taking a dump on me for five consecutive minutes so that I can at least catch my breath?" and then the world at large is all "Hah! Now hold still so I can get most of this load on you." Oh well, it's almost FriendFest2008 (see the counter in the green bar).