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JAKE
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Band Camp
Just got back on the road after two weeks of summer camp. Time for that "post event de-briefing" blog that everyone seems to love so much!
This year of Young Musicians and Artists was very special for me. Among some things being much different than they had been for the last eight years, I went into camp full knowing that this would be my last year (as a counselor at least) in the place that shaped a large portion of my musical outlook and adoration.
It was weird to feel so senior in a place I practically grew up in, but this was a rare occasion when I really felt I deserved it. I would like to thank everyone who ever looked to me for advice, simply for trusting me. I have found real "trust" can be hard to find these days.
The funny thing about camp (I know, it sounds really stupid) is that you really do learn more about yourself from the kids. They teach you so much, regardless of age. The younger ones teach you about how to be simple again, how to enjoy the smallest things. They bring out parts of you that you didn't think you had. The older ones remind you why you're here, and what your doing. It's funny to reflect on myself just three and a half years ago, and the state of mind I was in. The things I thought were important, and the road that got me where I am.
And then there's the music; the real reason we were all are there in the first place.
I came from a world of load ins, cameras, interviews, lights, autographs, merchandise, and "the image". And somewhere in there in is music. But at camp, we are all there to make music. No real distractions, just harmonizing with each other in so many ways. No one cared what guitar I played. What my pedalboard looked like. What shirt I wore. They cared about the music I was making and what they could teach me about it, as well as what they could learn from it.
I love my job, but I hate when I lose sight of what's REAL.
Here's a thanks to Steven Hufschmidt, Chris Smith, Matt Porter, Brian Sanderlin, Jeff Veysey, Thomas Lovett, Eric Singleton Jr., and Chris Taylor. You guys are all great kids with too much potential to not believe in yourselves.
The entire counselor and faculty staff. Here's to never growing old.
My parents. For continually growing in their professions.
Cindy. For making your presence in my life even greater. RIP.
Love you all
JAKE
This year of Young Musicians and Artists was very special for me. Among some things being much different than they had been for the last eight years, I went into camp full knowing that this would be my last year (as a counselor at least) in the place that shaped a large portion of my musical outlook and adoration.
It was weird to feel so senior in a place I practically grew up in, but this was a rare occasion when I really felt I deserved it. I would like to thank everyone who ever looked to me for advice, simply for trusting me. I have found real "trust" can be hard to find these days.
The funny thing about camp (I know, it sounds really stupid) is that you really do learn more about yourself from the kids. They teach you so much, regardless of age. The younger ones teach you about how to be simple again, how to enjoy the smallest things. They bring out parts of you that you didn't think you had. The older ones remind you why you're here, and what your doing. It's funny to reflect on myself just three and a half years ago, and the state of mind I was in. The things I thought were important, and the road that got me where I am.
And then there's the music; the real reason we were all are there in the first place.
I came from a world of load ins, cameras, interviews, lights, autographs, merchandise, and "the image". And somewhere in there in is music. But at camp, we are all there to make music. No real distractions, just harmonizing with each other in so many ways. No one cared what guitar I played. What my pedalboard looked like. What shirt I wore. They cared about the music I was making and what they could teach me about it, as well as what they could learn from it.
I love my job, but I hate when I lose sight of what's REAL.
Here's a thanks to Steven Hufschmidt, Chris Smith, Matt Porter, Brian Sanderlin, Jeff Veysey, Thomas Lovett, Eric Singleton Jr., and Chris Taylor. You guys are all great kids with too much potential to not believe in yourselves.
The entire counselor and faculty staff. Here's to never growing old.
My parents. For continually growing in their professions.
Cindy. For making your presence in my life even greater. RIP.
Love you all
JAKE
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