My friend that called me, well let’s just say he’s A+. This kid does digital recording and audio wizardry the likes of few others. In our separate lives in Peterborough we devoured our ideal cultures. In a bender of self-depravation we sold our souls for more music. Condensing just below the surface was a raw energy waiting for a vessel. When he called me I realized that if things had been different, I’d never have had to write this blog, I never would have met any of you that are reading this and I would be rolling around behind a gigantic switchboard.


That`s Recording Arts Canada, it`s on Peter St. in Toronto.
It`s a gorgeous building with a program unrivalled by nearly anyone in North America.
It was my buddy that had graduated from there that convinced me to explore the opportunity.
This is a brief overview from the RAC site.
``At RAC, creativity is fostered through inspiration, skilled guidance, and world-class facilities. RAC's staff and faculty include top, award-winning industry pros. Our programs of study are designed with the help of the leading technology companies, industry professionals, and artists in music, sound and digital imaging.``
I did not care if the music industry had died, I wanted to do what I loved no matter what.
!!!BAM!!!$14 000!!!BAM!!!
Wow, for tuition for 9 months not including any other expense, how could I go wrong?
Then no more than a week later I got a cheque from WSIB for $13 500.
I was torn between two worlds.
Do I go to school and not have any money to do anything with or do I consider my life first. I love my girlfriend with all of my heart, we`re sick of the city we`re in and we want to do something different.
So I start to weigh the pros and cons and everything in between. And I come up with an answer.
I`m not going to go to RAC now or ever. I`m going to look at some other choices and in the mean time I`m going to play my fucking music like I paid fourteen thousand dollars to do so.
And that`s exactly what I did until a few months ago.
Now my strings are warped and rusty, my beast a dusty wreck and all of my trinkets and equipment has been forgotten.
Music has taken me on a roller-coaster and I feel that I owe it to myself to bring it back into the forefront of my life. When I`m done what I am doing and I find the time for myself I will play again.

-kade
I've recently had to put aside my first love in hockey while chasing other goals, and I become depressed every time I look at my old favourite hockey stick or the equipment bag I used to log back and forth to the rink eight times a week. If it's your passion, it will always be around, reminding you to pick it up again. If you're half as talented at music as you are at writing, I assume you're pretty top-notch. Get back at it.
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