The Final Week Of Uni
Welcome readers (mum and dad) to my new fancy website, which I’ve surprisingly thoroughly enjoyed creating! Its birth comes - as usual - because someone else is making me do it. This website creation originally began as part of my ‘Exit Specialism’ module which will see me out of my university days. After profusely procrastinating for 11 weeks it eventually dawned on me that watching YouTube videos of the most savage ‘Family Guy’ scenes and ASMR overnight van camping, in fact would not land me much work in this ever-more deflating & demanding but yet… addictive cesspit we call “The Music Industry”. So here’s professional Luke who has a website and needs money x
As I have 0 relevance or following external to my immediate friends & family I’m assuming that everyone reading knows me, and is aware that for the past two years of my life I have been surviving (barely) down in Guildford, Surrey. As the title evidently suggests, I am now coming into my final days of university and student life… a title I have quite frankly abused for 24months. I can’t quite believe how quickly the days have flown by. Again, under the assumption that everyone reading knows me, you’ll also know my biggest fear is time itself (or lack of). Looking back I reminisce on my experience joining in first year at the height of a global pandemic, the crippling loneliness, and that sick empty feeling in your stomach every morning wanting nothing more than home comforts. I look back now with a * that’s so raven stare into the distance * like a cut scene from a Seth MacFarlane cartoon, and only recognise now just how close I came to quitting… packing my bags and just coming home. I toy’d for hours romanticising the idea of working a 9-5 back home on Anglesey, going to the pub and seeing mates most nights, or playing Warzone in the comfort of the four walls of my bedroom.
However, resilience prevailed - I thank my parents for that trait in particular. Eventually, the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months… and with that, time, like always…just disappeared.
I study an accelerated degree, which means that I have 3 years worth of studies crammed into 2. Because of this we get a shorter summer holiday, and before I knew it I was back in my putrid student house in the Bellfields. Moving into second year I had began to - and please excuse my dramatics - “heal”. A heartbreak, multiple sleepless nights, losing my best friend (RIP REX) ((My Dog)) (((The best dog ever))), and one 45 second phone call with my dad about renewing the road tax on my car I don’t drive because I left it back home and gifted it to my little brother later… I was surprisingly optimistic about heading into my second year of studies.
Now, looking back on the past 11-12 months - apart from the summer holiday after year 11 - I can safely say that I have never felt so happy. Again, assuming every reader knows me, you’ll also know how positive I have been feeling over this period of my life. Something I really did not think I would feel during my first year of uni. Now, at the time of writing, I am looking to move into a flat with one of my best mates and permanently reside in Guildford for the foreseeable future (if all goes to plan).
Why am I so happy now nobody asks? Well it’s funny you should not care * American voiceover tone *… but it’s most likely a combination of things. Like; I’ve learnt to love my own company, I keep a small but close circle of friends and family around me - those who have my best intentions at heart (which I reciprocate), I have a steady job working at one of the most successful and prestigious music companies in the world (Andertons Music Co), I’ve made friends from Guildford Trail Runners, I am actively pursuing my dream, I’m starting to build a portfolio of work and get to play drums and do what I love, I have freedom to do whatever I want within my budget and the laws of the land (so not much really, but I recently watched The Last Kingdom on Netflix and I’m heavily inspired). Anyyyywaaaaayyyyy… case & point being, this website comes at a time where I’m about to fully “send it” - as your frat boy down it Zulu warrior chanting shmuck would say - in the big bad scary adult world.
I’m aware that as usual I’m talking… or typing (millennial’s ey)!… too much, and it would be in my best interests to close this first blog post off shortly. This is something I have today realised I actually quite enjoy. Writing and narcissistically rambling about myself, I intend to use it as a space to write down my thoughts (I have a lot of them)… let’s think of it as modern day therapy? if anybody reading does have any interest in my music / musical journey then you will hear about them all here. Like the EP I recently went to Cardiff to record! With one of my idols, and now one of my favourite humans, Thomas Rees. You’ll be pleased to know I’ve stopped singing about my ex, and am again talking about my rage at the current system, touching on topics that I’m nowhere near intelligent enough to understand let alone write a song about but I still do it anyway because Sam Fender does it and he’s cool, and also how much of an absolute donkey of a bloke Joris Bohnson is.
Maybe that’s a good place to end this first blog post… next time I’ll go into more depth about new music.
Love,
Luke x