At UCF I struggled to define myself. At FIU I struggled too. At least my YouTube SEO has some idea.
Here is version 1 and 2, nearly 3 years apart:
Script 1:
Depression stems from self-hate, from over thinking and being stuck in your mind for too long. It comes from hating things about yourself that you can’t change because you are still you. The key to happiness comes from having a goal. Whether you reach it or not, having something to wake up and strive for keeps you sane. Music is a motivation; music is a goal. Music is happiness. When I make music, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. Music is the most important thing in the world. What speaks more languages? What tells more stories? What expresses more emotions? NOTHING. But that is just how it is as an artist. Whether it be music, painting, film, photography, sports, dance, architecture, there are two types of people in this world artists, and everybody else. I am an artist and making my art is my happiness.
Script 2:
In order to remember who I am, I have to look back at who I was.
I’ve been making mom smile since 1999. I haven’t always been a gift, but at least I’ve been a tree. And for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to perform. I mean look at that face I was made for the limelight In my first short film I was the villain. Maybe that’s why I filled my brothers room with 1,000 balloons again and again. But I’m not always a villain. Can a villain be that cute?
I’m just your old friend woody playing Rock Paper Scissors in a high school talent show, I’m 3 zero dollar music videos and a record based off he aforementioned balloon room. I’m a drummer in a rock band, don’t I look good on stage. I’m a short film in response to the department of student conduct for drinking throwing a party in my dorm room at UCF. I’m a music video for my brother, a music video for my friend, and even more music videos for my band. I am a drone, a piano, and a drum set, and everything you are seeing and hearing right now.
But I still don’t understand if I’m supposed to be behind the camera or in front of it. Am I the art or the artist?