kontrabass wrote:Click through the bios of symphony players and you'll find a wide list of interests outside of the primary instrument: player A is a triathelete, player B an ordained minister, C has a side real estate business, D is an amateur magician, etc. etc.
When we're young it's so hard to carve out an identity. Finding an instrument can seem to satisfy every need that we have in life for those unsteady years of early adulthood. We cling to our identity as "tuba players" and slide into institutions that reward our obsession with our instrument and plan for a career. It's a well-worn path that others have walked before. That's the problem. Every now and then you need to shake things up and examine your life or you risk living the consequences of decisions that were not made by you consciously.
"Burnout" may be bad for your career in the short-term, but it's normal and healthy for your life in the long-term, and you should pay attention to that feeling. It's your mind's unconscious way of telling you that your actions and your desires are mis-aligned, and you need to re-examine your life and the role that the instrument is going to play in it, and perhaps find a way to build more variety into your life if you decide to return to the instrument "for life" (like the symphony players I listed at the top).
I agree. Defining yourself in relation to music can be a very disappointing thing, because the nature of music and being a musician is such that at some point you will have your heart and your dreams stepped on and broken. If you choose to be a musician on any semblance of a professional level, it is very likely you will experience a very great deal of disappointment and heartbreak. You can never expect to realize all of your goals and aspirations. That is why it is important to realize that music is simply something that you do. It does not define your worth as a human being on this planet.
I'll share my personal story in hopes that it may help someone...
I graduated with my master's degree in music performance eight years ago. For various reasons, after school I moved to a town in a very unpopulated part of the country. Part of the cause of packing up and moving to the boonies a thousand miles away was stress. Part of it was because of some failures in my personal life that were completely out of my control. The stress was due to finishing my masters paper and recital all in one semester, which I do not recommend after having been through it. The personal issues had to do with girls, as is common with a man in his mid-twenties.
When I moved to this town I've been living in since, I began playing with the local college/community band. It was a very frustrating experience, since I went directly from playing very dense and challenging literature to playing many of the pieces I played late in middle school and early high school. It was a shock to my system, and I got bored with that immediately. I initially thought I would hang out and play just to keep my reading chops up, but the music was such that I could have sight read it on the concert and played it just as well as if I had been at all the rehearsals. I'm not bragging, and I don't judge the level of players in that group, I'm just stating facts. That was the level of the ensemble, and I just couldn't do it anymore. It wasn't worth my time and I was getting pissed off at every rehearsal because I was bored and the flute section would take ten minutes to tune to within a quarter step of each other.
So what happened was I just kind of stopped playing. I had no other groups to play with and no motivation. I had a lot of regret and anger about it for a while. I was mad at myself for wasting my time with my degree that I never use. I was mad at the collegiate world because there are virtually no jobs I'm qualified for. I was generally angry because I didn't know what I was doing with my life, I had a large amount of debt accumulated for what I saw as no reason, and I wasn't making any personal or financial progress.
Since those times when I was fresh out of school, I have struggled to find my identity. I've gone through a lot of mental anguish because of this struggle to find my place in the world, and a lot of it has to do with my relationship with music and being a musician. Now I'm doing better. I think I've found some semblance of sanity in the murky madness that has been my life in the past few years. I still gig on my tuba about once or twice a month, but I rarely practice. I don't really need or want to. That is okay. I have no delusions that I will ever have a symphony job or come close to making a majority of my living playing tuba or doing something music related. That is also okay. I may come back to being more serious about it in the future, but I don't know what the future holds, and that is okay.
I play electric bass in a band that I have a lot of fun with, and that has been holding much of my musical interest and energy in the past year or two. It made me like being a musician again because it is fun and challenging and different than tuba. I also have much less pressure on myself because I don't have the weight of my education resting on my shoulders.
I do have to say that it is really nice not having to rely on music to pay the bills. I look at it as purely supplemental income, so I can pick and choose who I play with and what I play. I have the luxury of saying no to people that I don't want to play with. I think this is the only thing that has saved me from selling off all of my equipment and never playing again. I have freedom. I can do what I want because music does not make my decisions for me.
So to sum up and address the concerns of the OP in regards to my experience, I have to say this: Take some time. Figure out what music means to you and what you want out of it. Don't sell your horns just yet. It is okay to have a spell where you're not inspired, because you will most likely find something later to inspire you and make everything fresh again. That is the beauty of music. It is a problem with no solution, and you can approach it however you like and define your own boundaries and goals.
Keep your head up and remember that your abilities related to music do not define who you are.