James Scott

Ive been given the opportunity to write a TV intro theme and it feels like ive never watched TV in my life

The only thing I dont like about these new meds is I feel like the annoying autistic kid in high school again. Its so much harder to mask when the anxiety is knocked down so much

saturation with Tolkien spinoffs has somehow not prepared our culture for the arrival of dark lords bearing a gift that everyone becomes convinced they can wield to accomplish great things but just makes them dependent and start whispering about preciouses if you suggest just throwing it away

I have litterally never had a gigmas. The most gigs ive ever had in the month of December is legitimately 1, I was doing more playing in December in high school

Back on my beethoven was def autistic bullshit

Day 1 of actually being medicated for my mental ailments, interested to see how both my music and musical perception change

(19/20) Bunn Bunn & Jacky for wind quintet. My coworker has some rather whimsical cats and I felt inspired to write some music about them. I've never actually met them in person.

Its not all bad, at least Futurama was right about fake theater baseball becoming more popular than the real sport

everything rightwingers eat somehow looks like poop

I always forget im disabled until I go to do something and its like I was slammed into multiple brick walls

(18/20) Echos of An Unsaid Goodbye for Oboe, English Horn, and Bb Clarinet. I'm not entirely sure what inspired me to write this other than I thought it would be a fun instrumentation!

For once in my life I'm writing oboe music with no bassoons involved

I need fo find a new motivation to keep going musically

What it feels like sitting next to my coworker at the day job recently

Owning a contrabassoon is wild, weird opportunities keep finding their way into my life and I have too hard of a time saying no to playing it

Nepal just overthrew their governments fascism and elected a woman ruler within a week all on discord, America is truly being beaten at its own game

I've come a long way from the beginning of the year and only have 3 more to write to meet my goal of 20 for the year! Anyone have any wacky wild thoughts?

Not enough people are talking about the win for the people in Nepal

My moral code does not include a requirement to show abject deference to the dead and dying simply on the merit of them being dead or dying. Death is morally neutral and doesn't absolve you of criticism past, present, or future.

Kinda went too hard on this most recent piece and I cant tell if it's too much to present at a conference now

(17/20) Shadows in the City for Contrabassoon and Pre-recorded audio. This piece was a part of a larger art project where we all made a piece of art based on a prompt. The prompt revolved around a homeless individual who has a food allergy but can only find the food they're allergic to.

Im angry that animals are property in Colorado. I've litterally never felt this much anger before towards someone and I hate that there's nothing I can do without getting in massive legal trouble

I am truly happy to have music things happening outside of the house and to be seeing people but fuck do I miss just sitting down and composing for multiple hours

24 hours and counting.

Its great to have people in my life who want to see me more often but wow I didnt realize how much I stuff I did before this. Im falling so behind

Did too much the last 5 days and now my body doesnt want to move. Rip to the reeds and music I was going to work on before todays concert

People not fully stopping when the car in front of them stops and instead does a slow roll up and it feels like they never truly stop. I felt like I was going insane driving to rehershal tonight

I have projects i should actually be writing for but my brain just wants more band/orchestra and its a problem

I remember seeing an Eric Whitaker video during one of the degrees about how you don't truly start being creative until you're out of school. In the moment I thought this was bs, but wowie I hate how right he was