Archive for February 21st, 2008

I asked EvilFather how life in Boston was going at her new music school.  And after hearing her first two sentences about how awesome it was and making a parallel to me and Spencer Pratt, I knew this needed to be an article.   So, the following is a guest article by EvilFather. 

What’s your favorite thing to do?  Watch reality tv shows and blog about it?  It’d be like if you got to go to school for watching reality tv shows and blogging about it.  Like Monday Spencer Pratt comes in and talks to you about what makes good content for reality tv.  About how to not just act the asshole, but “be” the asshole.  In fact, She Pratt is one of your teachers. 

-Everybody drinks rockstar energy drinks and swears a lot.
-Half the other people there are just like you, 20 somethings whose parents are well off enough such that they can go to college yet again, only this time study something interesting.  And they’re REALLY into it.  It would be like you walking into the cafeteria at lunch, and being surrounded with people who are seriously enthusiastic, concerned, even about who will bang who and what kind of deplorable task a midget will undertake on next week’s episode of Nip/Tuck.

Your teachers swear a lot, but its funny, not forced.  Also, they are lazy like you, so they aren’t really into checking (or for that matter, assigning) homework.  When you get homework, it’s something like “Go to the club on Saturday night and observe how all the guys with new haircuts are acting”, or something you would do anyway, like go home and read Perez Hilton’s website.

Literally, my homework this week was to go watch Babyface perform on campus, and then listen to him give industry advice afterwards.

Everyone there is talented, so you’re surrounded by people who actually know what they’re doing.  Everyone had to audition, and then be able to pay their way.  So, you can’t just have your mommy and daddy buy your way in, yet at the same time there are an unreal amount of scholarship students, assuring that no real talent goes unadmitted.  In other words, there are no idiots who aren’t funny, and are merely trying to postpone facing that fact.

When you get together on a Monday night to get shitty and watch the hills, everyone has their laptop out, and is totally on board with the pausing-of-the-show-every-five-seconds-to-make-comments. (Complete bash on watching the Hills with admin) 

Your choices of majors include:

-Professional Blogging
-Optional concentration in sports or entertainment.
-Achieving Celebrity Status
-Production & Engineering
-Paparazzism

Your classes this semester (all but 3 of which only meet once a week for an hour) include the following:

-Advanced TiVo skills
-Drinking for Bloggers
-How to be funny
-Entertainment Business 101
-Attracting traffic to your web site
-Yoga for Journalists

Anyways, you get the jist of it. I’ve got real work to do now (and by work I mean I need to go sing some Beyoncé songs and play my guitar)… so I’m gonna stop.  I’m sure you get the idea.  The school pretty much kicks ass.  No hot guys, but when they’re standing on the street 8 floors below my window serenading me in true musician form, they sound damn sexy, and I can’t see their faces anyway, so it’s all good.