Monday, May 18, 2009

Confessions of a perfectionist

Listening to: 'Everyday is a Winding Road' by Sheryl Crow [The Very Best of Sheryl Crow]

I'm stuck on an 'alternative/rock/indie' cover. Nothing seems to work. Everything's either too high or too low, too frilly with accompaniment or too stark without. And I'm too much of a stubborn cow to give up and move onto a different genre. My voice is feeling all of its near-26 years and it's depressing. My range has shrunk. My power has shrunk. My projection has shrunk. My old mentor would be horrified if he were alive to hear this croaking today. Add to all that this feeling of sinusitis and I could give Kermit a run for his money (I suppose his untimely demise was a blessing in disguise, then).

Why does everything have to be 'perfect' with me? Why can't I just enjoy things for what they are, and just go with the flow? Why must everything be straight lines and perfect curves...nondescript blobs can be pretty, yes? Sigh I dunno. I'm a walking contradiction. And this is turning into an incoherent ramble. I'll shut up now.


  1. lol yes you were swerving into the ramble department but nothing wrong with thaaat. >.>

    And I'm a perfectionist too! The world needs perfectionists, foo'. Imagine a world with no symmetry and balance! Nondescript blobs everywhere! DUN DUN DUUUNNN. *horror music*
    There will be madness and CHAOS. Ok that's pushing it a bit but you get whaddaimean.

  2. I wrote a post about perfection on my old blog


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