Paul's Blog

Hi, my name is Paul, and I’m addicted to practicing. OK, so that’s not entirely true. (Why do I keep lying at the beginning of posts? I should stop that.) But, as much time as I spend over at the music building, you’d think I was addicted to practicing for sure. It’s really just that the Butler School of Music at UT is like a tight-knit, eccentric, insane, dysfunctional, and super-talented family, and I do a lot of stuff over there.

This is the Music building at a glance. It is a little bit retro, but it’s my home. Like seriously, my home. I’m always there, they might as well install cots.

Well, until we have cots, the green couches are a good place to go and chill with friends in the school of music. We’ll all talk about how we haven’t studied for music theory and how we are going to the gay clubs that evening. **Common misconception cleared up: gay clubs are not just for gay men. Everyone (straight, gay, bisexual, male, female, transgender) goes to the gay clubs in Austin because that’s who plays the music. Hands down. And, people actually dance.**

Here’s what being an electronic music major means: we lock ourselves in tiny little rooms like this for hours on end, taking simple, short sounds and turning them into acousmatic masterpieces. BTW – acousmatic means I take everyday sounds and manipulate their qualities to make new sounds and music. I’ll post something I do that’s good at some point, maybe.

My friend Caity, vocalist extraordinaire.

Really, we just like to have a lot of fun in the music school. I can’t walk through MRH without seeing about ten people I know – even if it’s 11:30 at night or 8 in the morning. We’re always there, but it’s not just because we’re overworked. It’s because we all, before all else, love music.