at a coffee house
asked what the song playing is
they don’t know
no smart phone.
the song now is in g dorian…
and has a fender rhodes every two bars playing
Bb D E A G….
BbM #11…
love
Category Archives: CalArts (California Institute of the Arts)
Be the Best You, Today
It Is Never about popularity.
It Is Always about being the best You, Today.
-me.
(this while potentially about anything, was about Music, not winning a grammy, and playing music not for profit, nor the approval of the mob, but to just be awesome, yourself.
IliketoworkinDARKLOUDCOFFEEHOUSE
why do I prefer to write music in a DARK, LOUD coffeehouse (with MY OWN music in my headphones, OVER the already loud music at the coffeehouse,
miles from home, until sometimes TWO IN THE MORNING…
as opposed to in some other way?
my father was a copy-editor, he too worked until 2am.
my friend says that the best creative ideas always happen between midnight and 6 am.
when I arrange music for marching band (very fun in fact)
I always end up doing it from like at night till dawn.
so, like,
what the fuck, why???
it seems/have positive beliefs no matter what
so it seems, the fact that there are some things that almost everyone but me does
does not in fact mean all that much, when it comes to my chances of some day doing them too.
I always believed it did,
but that’s what happens when you have ANY beliefs about yourself, negative or positive;
you see evidence of them everywhere you look, i.e, they sorta come true in a loose sense.
Serving others instead of yourself is easier if
THOUGHT of the day (like this one, I do.)
Serving others instead of yourself, and allowing others to serve you too
is easier if your tastes are conventional, average.
having any positive attributes
having any positive attributes (being talented, smart, or well endowed)
and yet not pursuing things
are not all that related at all, remember this.
don’t say “being (some positive attribute) doesn’t do me any good” (I’ve said it millions of times, before, not now)
that’s not true.
such positive things are kinda super great. don’t confuse having them with not pursuing your dreams, NOR WITH other people not being as cool, nor them just not liking you.
who needs em.
the right monkeys exist.
find yours.
start by BEING one.
and if you seem to find none, look elsewhere. a lotta people suck and are just no fun, especially if you’re like me:)
do the BEST version
-being generic, that is, not being or DOing the BEST version of something “that you ARE already (are.. AND “already) capable of BEing or DOing the best version of
is IN-EX-CUSable.
ABSOLUTELY.
drowning out awful and loud music
that moment when you are at a loud late-night dimly lit coffeehouse, and they are playing some awful LOUD, that is, AWFUL “AND” LOUD, music, and you are BLASTING James Brown in your headphones…
sex machine at 37:49. BRIDGE (THE BOMB) at
40:18, REALLY at 40:28, and LOVE the (french?) Broad at 41:00
CALARTS I LOVE YA!
CALARTS I LOVE YA!
that is all.
if I wasn’t at a concert at the LA Phil…
if I wasn’t at a concert at the LA Phil…
I would be pissed that people were uncouth (wow, just wow, it’s not like me to use that word in it’s ACTUAL meaning) and that they weren’t interested in what I am.
yet, when I AM at such a place… a COMPLEX LITANY of STRONG emotions emerges.
everything from
resentment that other people are not as serious as me,
that other people are enjoying the work in a different way than I (call me a narcissist, CALL ME one!)
that
people bother to get “SUPER” dressed up, with “OTHER PEOPLE” who are super dressed up, and they do it as a SOCIAL OCCASION.
FUCK that!!! UMPH!
to irritation at the kinda formal generic lingo that the artists and presenters (ughhhh) use
to jealousy professional and otherwise, to
to wishing it was me instead of them,
to imagined resentment that the artists, were I to meet them, WOULDN’t be AS CRAZY as I, in MY way, (maybe they would, I’d love that… I could marry that…, or at least have sex with it…)
…yeah, it’s mostly at the audience, and the PRESENTATION.
HATE that formal SHIT.
but DO be serious, DO be serious. that’s not the same as formal, mind you.
…
in other words, I’m your normal sensitive crazy artist.