I stayed up tonight and, on a whim, recorded U2's New Year's Day. This song will be an ongoing project this year, and what you hear is only a demo. Click Here if you want to download it.
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"A boy tries hard to be a man, his mother takes him by his hand, if he stops to think, he starts to cry, 'Oh why?'", wailed an 18 year old Bono on his band's first hit single.
Bleary-eyed, hunched over, and empty, I live my life wondering what happened to me. What happened to my ambition? What happened to me in the past 2 years?
The ball of snow formed during the summer after my junior year. I spent a summer at Hopkins hospital in a research lab run by an elderly Chinese man. I learned some important research skills that summer, but it left me angry, bitter, and frustrated. The ball of snow didn't melt in the summer, it only grew, and rapidly gained circumference during my senior year. I withdrew into my apartment, and spent most of my time either studying, writing, listening to music, or making it. I got the best grades I had ever gotten in my college career that year. I thought it to be a smart thing to go for a Ph.D. instead of trying to find a job right out of school. Yet a year afterwards, here I am, a 23 year old man that dropped out of his program in search of a job. As I read that last line to myself, I angrily questioned in my mind, Me, a man?
I am but a boy, the same little boy that didn't have the strength to stand up for himself, the same little boy that feared the opinion of every new face he saw. I am but a boy, but an overeducated boy that can't find his place in his world, but a petulant boy unable to find his reason or rhyme. Am I running out of time?
Oh, why?
