Friday, February 24, 2012
There's this person who likes to complain about stuff (no, not me this time). I found him on one of those songwriting message boards. He wrote a hit song once, and now he does, well, whatever it is he does. I don't exactly keep up with his life, you know. I don't even know the guy.
I liked the things he said about music and about the music business, so I always read his posts, and then I found that he had a blog here on Blogger, and I subscribed to that, and then that disappeared, and I found out he'd moved over to Wordpress (which, frankly, is NOT user friendly, and although I have a version of The River Runs North there, too, I never update it, because I just don't care to hunt around to try to figure out how to do things).
Sometimes I do like to read his blog, though, because he says things about music that are true; that most people are too cowered to say, because I guess they all think that maybe they'll have a chance at a hit song someday, and thus, they don't want to rock the boat.
One of his posts (as I digress) was about how he'd leave numerous comments for someone on Facebook, and they'd never respond, so he finally decided to de-friend them. I thought, hey! I do, that, too! Except mine were blog comments, and the blogger never acknowledged them, so I ultimately decided to de-follow him. It was THIS guy! Funny. Or ironic.
I guess we never recognize the same behavior in ourselves that we abhor in others. I'm sure I'm the same way.
But this post isn't so much about THAT GUY; he's just the conduit.
I do notice, though, that every two months or so, he says he's going to chuck it all, give up music; get a REAL job (have fun!), and then, about a month later, he's posting about his latest music project.
It makes me smile.
I always find absolutes amusing. Not to diminish what someone is feeling at any given moment, but I just know how I am, and I know that I sometimes will write in absolutes. Even at the time that I'm making my big pronouncement, I know that there's an 80% chance it's not really going to come to pass, but we all like (need) to vent, so let's do it, I say!
I said (not very long ago) that I had given up songwriting. And lately, I've been thinking about actually pulling out the guitar and writing, just for the fun of doing it. I haven't actually done it yet, but that feeling is starting to creep in, so there's a better than fifty-fifty chance that I probably will.
I give up lots of things, from time to time. I give up writing, I give up video (slideshow)-making, I give up songwriting. I call it boredom. Not so much a dissatisfaction with the process; just burnout. I think, though, that whatever it is you come back to, ultimately, is the thing that you are meant to do. Otherwise, you'd never come back.
This guy, who's had a number one hit, who apparently makes his living from playing music, isn't going to give it up. He's burned out, yes. Right now. But he'll come back. They always come back.
And, yes, as he writes, today's music is bad. Bad. But maybe that's the push he needs to write some good music. You need that kick in the ass sometimes. And nobody will buy it, and then he'll bemoan the state of the music industry, but that's just how life is. The cycle keeps cycling.
Few people read the things I write, but I don't seem to stop. I can't. It's what I do.
So, if you're wondering what you're meant to do, take a look at what you keep coming back to. Kicking and screaming sometimes, but yet you keep coming back.
THAT'S the thing.
And, since this is a video blog, after all, let's take a look at our list, and maybe resolve to figure out what we are meant to do. Thus, the LIST:
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