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And Another One Gone / Sailing / The Importance Of Hobbies / Routines

I missed yesterday due to extreme tiredness.  I had been out racing sailboats all morning and afternoon and after I showered I was out like a light at 8PM.

So I start anew today.

I also went sailing today and finally passed my Red Test!  That means I can now sail on the days when the wind is heaviest.  It also means I can now take the tests for all the other boats at Community Boating, and that is awesome.

For a little while, I was kind of anti-hobbies.  I wanted to focus ONLY on Canary.  That backfired.  I think I put too much pressure and expectation on myself to make the band succeed.  I didn't party a lot (still don't), while at Berklee I dropped my extracurriculars down to only Peer Advising, I didn't do any organized sports, didn't snowboard, didn't travel a whole lot - the list goes on.  I may have shifted a little too far the other way, but I'm okay with that.  I'm aware of it, and I'm realigning my life and my goals.  It's good.

I'm also realigning myself with a routine.  A consistent morning routine.  I haven't crafted it entirely yet, but it's there.  The seed has been planted, the sapling will grow as long as I water it.

Failure

I just received a newsletter from a dear friend of mine.  This letter's topic was failure and how it's important to embrace it.

Failure is often what holds us back, but the most successful people tend to look at it as an opportunity to improve or try something else.  Failure can be more liberating than we realize.  I learned that this year.  After Canary's second singer quit, I was initially crushed, but as time went by I realized that there were some positives.  That was the last straw for me.  I started taking voice lessons in an effort to take musical matters more into my own hands.

By failing to get to where I thought we as a band were heading, I began to pursue other avenues.  Musically and otherwise.

I've lost elections, I didn't make the varsity teams (to be honest that was more of a choice than anything else.  JV softball was waaaay more fun), the soccer team I coach has a losing record, I had a batting average of .000 for an entire softball season, I didn't pass my sailing test the first time around, I didn't get a scholarship upon entering Berklee, Canary has struck out on record labels, management, agents, you name it, we've missed it.  We have failed at it. 

And yet I still continue.   The following softball season I performed much better.  I can't tell you what my average was, but there were numbers in it that were not zero.  I received a scholarship from Berklee two years into it.  I passed my sailing test the second time around.  And Canary, well, we're still here.  It's been slow but we're still here.

What's that Winston Churchill quote?  "When you're going through hell, keep going." 

I couldn't agree with you more, Winnie. 

 

SOX

Baseball is designed to break your heart.  So whenever it doesn't, it's a glorious moment. 

I love you, Boston Red Sox.   Congratulations.  I am so so so so happy to be a part of this city and a part of Red Sox Nation.

See, baseball and music came into my life right around the same time.  It was the 2003 post-season when I really got into the Red Sox.  When they lost, it was tragic and my 13-year-old self couldn't quite believe that they lost all the time.  I was like, no.  Unacceptable.  I'm in on this now.  And then they won.  So you can thank me for that 2004 victory. 

I'm kidding, but baseball did come into my life at that point and has fit in snugly next to music.  My uncle joked that the reason I went to Berklee was so I could be as close to Fenway as possible.  He wasn't far off the mark.  One of my apartments was on Ipswich Street (the backdoor was) and it took me about five minutes to get to Gate B.  

I think I was definitely the biggest Red Sox fan at Berklee for at least two semesters.  Possibly four, and possibly six.  I spent many a night at Fenway - and many, many dollars. 

I don't know what it is about baseball, and more specifically, the Red Sox, that drew me in.  I make a lot of people mad by saying I hate the NFL, I don't care much about hockey, I like the Spurs almost as much as the Celtics, but I truly love baseball and the Red Sox. Love.  Not like.  It's a deep, deep love.

In Boston, it's almost a given that if you like one team, you like them all, and that you don't just like them, you love them.  People live and die by these teams, and bless them for it.  I live and die with one: the Boston Red Sox.

We all died in the 2012 season.  The 2013 season more than made up for it. 

Thank you, gentlemen.  No city deserved this more than Boston.  We love you forever.