no need to judge and reject yourself for others, let them decide.
be yourself, even if others will judge and reject.
if you judge and reject yourself, it distances you from everyone else, including those who would judge you positively and accept you.
#politicians should do this. they may.
I sorta was reminded this at burningman
I have a friend who just told me they are committed to other projects “through JUNE of next year.”
I simply don’t fathom how that is humanly possible.
here I am, with “no” gigs booked, and very little to do, except look for work, and do the little work I have.
I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow.
I don’t fathom how one get’s a life like that person.
except maybe they look for things to do and keep going incessantly.
I don’t really do that unless I really want something:)
giving myself to be normal and human…
wish I’d felt this way when I was little, mighta saved a lotta heartache.
… I ain’t interested in changing people’s minds and converting them to be like me, I’m interested in getting together a bunch of “the right people” and doing something awesome.
safe things that are sure bets financially are seldom worth anything.
this is why I disdain doing reasonable easy projects that don’t require much effort.
they’re fucking boring and don’t do anything for me.
I want big, loud, dangerous and lively, thank you. (who’s on welfare now? all them people who always take the safe and easy way, rather than taking risks, creatively or otherwise. )
thought of the day, and advice to those who seek to do cool collaborations of the awesomest, HIGHEST calibur, MOST PERFECT-EST…
to those who have HIGH standards, and want SPECIFIC THINGS that are perchance highly un-
“don’t expect people to be cool, because almost all of them aren’t.”
1. cool is defined as being the right ones for the above job.
2. I know TONS of such people. you are my friends (some of them.)
meaning: take heart, and know what you look for, and look REAL HARD high and low for it. and collect a ton of it. but start by realizing that if you’re like me, a high-standarded perfectionist with tall orders like this, know that almost everyone isn’t what you’re looking for.
then find the exceptions and find as many as possible.
so hey, uh, I was driving north on I-5 some weeks ago, and
at one point, at stockton, (late at night) and for many miles thereafter, I saw A LOT of flashing red lights, on a low hillside, to the, uh, “left” of the freeway, and the thing is, I kept on seeing them to the left for “many” miles on the way to sacramento. it just looked like a huge array of flashing red lights, “on…….. off……..on…….off…….”
I was indeed surprised how long they were visible for, and at the time I thought “maybe they are on those “windmill farm things”, to keep airplanes from hitting them, but I’m not certain if there “are” windmill farm things in that area…
anyone know what this was? I was a tad delirious, what with the long drive, but not THAT delirious, teehee
in keeping with this theme I heard of tonight of “what the fuck am I, a musician, doing with my life?” which I heard from at least three friends tonight, I shall say:
what should I be doing, and how should I be doing it, and woe is me but how do I always have not a clue what to do, when everyone else?
and fuck’s sake, don’t tell me that no one else does, it’s bullshit!
everyone else doing this is “DOING” SOMETHING.
I’M NOT. I’m just SITTING here.
other people are PLAYING MUSIC, WRITING MUSIC, RECORDING MUSIC (ok, yes, I do a little of that, yes, a little playing, yes.)
but other people have DOZENS more gigs than I, many more students, more connections, more ACTUAL ACTIONS,
more of a sense of “WHAT” the options even “ARE.”
I NEVER get this, ever!
fucks sake, where “IS” my attention…
p.s. you likely won’t be able to advise me.
if you say your advice the wrong way (not easy to explain what “the wrong way” is,) It’ll just glance of me, I’ll not hear it, I’ll fight it, or decide you’re a dick.
so confusing, life, yes.
being willIng to “go without”, if you have to compromise too much, is a good thing indeed.