I feel intimidated by the songwriters and musicians that lurk around my apartment now. I can’t help it. They’re good. Bryan & Adam have stuff up on their mp3.com fable page as proof. Bryan’s a great guitarist and piano player, and when he & Adam get together and mess around on keyboards and guitars and stuff I feel totally out of my league. I don’t write songs. I don’t think I’m about to start, either.
It’s the same as everything else I do… I’m really good when you compare me to people who either don’t do it at all, or don’t care about it if they do. But put me in a room with people who have some ability, and I’m barely mediocre at best. And while I am fully aware that comparing myself to anyone else is pointless and serves only to make me depressed, that doesn’t stop me from doing so. How can you know you’re any good at something without some sort of comparison? And the only thing I’ve learned from school is that competition is everything, no matter how much you despise it.