• All About a Boy

    On March 3, 1978, in the only hospital in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, I was born into this world kicking and screaming, and my parents often remind me that I haven't changed much since. I choose to take that as a compliment. My kicking and screaming isn't a vulgar retaliation against the injustices of this world that have caused me great suffering and misfortune, for I've lived a truly blessed life. Wonderful parents, wonderful siblings, wonderful friends. I even had a wonderful dog once, but he ran away. And I've had my fair share of wonderful experiences. My kicking and screaming is a celebration of life, a manifestation of the joy I feel for being alive. It's a manic urge to express myself through a number of mediums in loud, bright colors that say "Thank you God for blessing me with so much!" Not to say that I don't paint gloomier themes in darker colors sometimes, as manic urges are just one part of an alternating cycle of highs and lows. I'm sure a graph of my life would alternate erratically back and forth across that central axis that represents "normality", but I can say truthfully that I'm happy the curves of my life have never become lines, especially ones that rest flat on that central axis. I plan to go on kicking and screaming when I can, and when I can't, in those periods of self-reflection and soul-searching that I sometimes desperately crave, I hope to learn how to kick harder and scream louder. Not to lash out, but to be heard. Not to hurt, but to help. To change. And to create.

    That's my deepest desire, my one true driving energy. To create. And a tortuous, sometimes agonizing path it has been to discovering how best to create. It's a path I'll most likely spend my entire life stumbling down, discovering new outlets for my creative urges as I go. I see a lot of Vincent van Gogh in me. Not that I'll ever have his talent (although he'd be the first to argue that talent can be a very subjective thing), or necessarily find that one medium of expression to so faithfully, and painfully, pursue, but I feel that same feverish drive to create at times, and I've seen how it can lead me to both great joy and misery, often simultaneously. And to think I was once an aspiring engineer. Oh, the roads we travel in life. Never knowing the way because we never know the final destination.

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Rock the Web Finals

Posted on 07/15/2012
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One week after the semifinals cut the number of contestants in half to only six lucky survivors, Rock the Web held the finals of their inaugural season singing competition.  Following different rules than the semifinals, this time online votes from friends and supporters couldn’t help the contestants.  It was all up to the judges this time, and the first three rounds would see one contestant eliminated each round, leaving three contestants to compete in a final round.  There were three male and three female contestants, and a bit to my surprise it was a guy who got cut from each preliminary round until the three girls were left in the final round.

In the end, Uta took home the crown, her unique sound and appearance helping her standout from the more mainstream approach of the other contestants.  In fact, almost all of Uta’s songs were original songs she had written, and were almost all sung in Chinese, compared to the other contestants who were mostly singing other people’s songs, at least half of them English-language songs.  Everyone in the competition was incredibly talented and had amazing voices, but just like with most things in a country where one in a million means there are still 1,400 more of you out there, it was the person who really stood out the most who won.

Now that season one if finished, I can’t wait for season two to begin!!!

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