When I first got to college, I knew I was an artist, but at this point it was all still formless. It seemed logical to me that I’d be a writer, since I read so much in high school. But when I first got to college, my new friends were all musicians, so I thought I was too.
During my first couple of years, I wrote a lot. I wrote a number of short stories, a play, and few poems. None of these became much. I also put a lot of myself into music.
College was a time of great awakening. My teachers were all excited by the things I discovered on my own, and their support made it easier to be myself. Though like high school, I spent most of my time with one person, my friend Brian.
While I eventually settled on a major in English, with a minor in Ethnomusicology, in the beginning it seemed like it would be music composition and theory. I studied music theory with Carlton Gamer, and composition with Stephen Scott. Though mostly I locked myself in a practice room with Brian, where he’d play piano and I’d play bass, really just focusing on jazz standards.
Stephen Scott was interesting. With him, I studied a lot experimental and electronic music, and eventually performed with his bowed piano orchestra. And with Stephen, I also had the opportunity to play with musicians like Terry Riley and Ross Bolleter.
I eventually found a stronger creative voice, and gave up on music theory and composition.