Category Archives: Self-Helping

I am indeed VERY afraid, petrified even,

it has just now occurred to me (perhaps not for the first time)

that I am indeed VERY afraid, petrified even,
(there ARE exceptions, very notable ones)

and that where others would be ambitious, particularly after showing great talent, ability, and success even,

I merely freeze, and wait for others to go away, so that I can feel safe again,

rather than actually be ambitious and move FARTHER forward.

1. sometimes it looks as though that which is farther forward is not as interesting as that which I have already done.
2. sometimes it would be good if I did so anyway, or at least employed others to do it for me or help me (I can’t be my own manager, I’m AWFUL at it.)
3. I also often, when I look, I don’t SEE what others see; when it occurs to others to “oh, next I would do THIS, or THAT”, this does NOT occur to me, often, OTHER things do (nothing wrong with this.)

hm.

you got no right LABELING me with a DISORDER

you got no right LABELING me with a DISORDER.
FUCK you.

just cause you’re more COMMON and AVERAGE than me doesn’t mean SHIT.

I don’t have ATTENTION disorder, YOU have
LOW fucking standards, and BEING ALL TOO ORDINARY AND BORING disorder.

 

 

 

*I am told, by a commenter (facebook friend) that

“this is the best thing I have heard from you all year.”

and incidentally,

 

this is properly, when stated more eloquently, called

THE BACKWARDS-BIZZARO THEORY (or backwards BIZARRO (sp) theory.

sigh…I’m glad that I don’t really care about being famous-

sigh… reading some friends’s posts (none of you who are seeing this in particular (I hid the people who it “really” applies to)

I’m glad that I don’t really care about being famous, or perceived in a certain way, and that what really matters (hopefully I’m “not” kidding myself (I might indeed be, the mind is sneaky like that (I’d be lying if I said I “didn’t” “somewhat enjoy” people’s admiration (but it doesn’t have to be millions of average people)
um… yeah…
I‘m glad, if it’s true, that being in the moment, of drumming, and dance on occasion (usually drumming, since Alfred Ladzekpo retired) (he was a teacher of African (from Ghana) Music and Dance, at CalArts for 41 years, for those of you not in-the-know.)

yeah, I‘m glad, if it’s true, that being in the moment, of drumming, and dance on occasion (usually drumming, since Alfred Ladzekpo retired) is SO “IT.” it’s never about being admired, or being payed a lot, even anything, or about being FAMOUS or adored by millions (yeah, millions of nobody’s who have nothing vested in me, and who don’t understand my art.)

no, no.

it’s about momentary interaction, coming together with a few people, drummers, dancers, perhaps singers or other things too….
or simply listening to music.

now, here, music you love so much you couldn’t care less about anything else, and could die at the end of the night, or song.

I’m sorry, but all lifeforms will die, and it can’t be about living forever (though maybe that changes?:)
it can’t be about passing on legacies, or one’s children. they shall have to fend for themselves, and that is simply the way of things.
attachment, don’t do too much of it.

just be here now, ok?

and if you don’t LOVE the performance to the endth degree of ecstasy, my friends, then I really cannot advise you other than keep seeking, for all I know is what I’ve said.

African Rhythms Remembered

2 hours last night, and one tonight, I remembered 36 (African) rhythms, with dozens more to go.

(I learned them gradually over “many” years, and at one point, wrote some of them down in rudimentary ways. months ago, I accidentally deleted all the notation (and every other microsoft file I had for the last 11 years.)

good thing I had already long since memorized all of them:)

only have about 50 more to go. learning things in such a way that you remember them for years is good-feeling.

lets try more stuff

there “appear” to be some things I simply haven’t done enough to KNOW< or UNDERSTAND WHY or THAT I would enjoy them, what they have to offer… which means I must just settle down to doing them, several times, possibly a ton of times, BEFORE I judge that I hate them…

perhaps some day, I can truly know I am not interested…

but first,

it seems…

I’ll need to um, give them more of a chance…

I’m a teenage boy still, in other words.
but let’s not self-judge,

growing up, heh, no need to judge, it’s life, we live it. everythings ok.

let’s keep living.

Love my Artist Friends

oh MAN, yes….
one thing, that’s “SO” true….

about my creative artist and crazy and CalArts friends…

such people…
NEVER

belittle you, mock you, tease you, or otherwise judge your or put you down, because of WHO YOU ARE, your tastes, interests, or ways of expressing yourself.

they (we) may do it over creAtive matters, but that’s entirely different. (person A likes this, person B likes that, and it’s all okay.)

such people NEVER do it in the juvenile, “jock” immature insecure ways that average people (ahem, mostly men) do. (sorry ladies, but I’m not as familiar with how women “tend” to do this.)

and this, friends…

is VERY nice, very nice indeed, nothing but wonderful.

this is the good way.

me happy.

 

#CalArtsLove