Convention and common sense could be seen as two paths of “tried and true”. Safe outcomes and measured decisions, can build respect among many. A solid life will be stamped and approved by many, and few will ever question until the history disappears shortly after.
What about the lane changers? There are those who will reinvent at the drop of a hat, or cause one to hate or love them passionately for years to come over the smallest action. The debate rages for years about their merit long after they are gone. The people who do not feel the need to report in, but blazes ahead are the people who truly live life.
I have disappointed people, burned bridges, and been the recipient of misconceived notion. Yet I awake every morning open to the idea of breathing and unable to wear the shame. I can apologize and I do, but I cannot fix mend or create with my head hung. I also know I have inspired, made a difference, and in an unorthodox fashion remained a constant.
The world around me is splitting into sides and the sides are both creating list of what defines a good person, a true person, a respectable one. These sides want a lock step commitment of conformance to a cause. I want to tell both sides right here right now, conformity is not a key component to any cause worth lifting a flag for, and it is mine and everyone else’s right to disagree.
Swallow your tea bags. Dump out your cold ass coffee. You feel you are a revolutionary standing up for your rights and it is my view both sides have a blind spot on freedom and instead are engaged in standing on someone else’s. Take your lily white asses to the streets and chant your impotent slogans, but do not think me a fence sitter for not committing to your measures. Give me the shaky life of the outsider as it means I will not drown in a sea of foolishness. Your need to “convince me” shows me your fear. Good luck with that, and before you tell me to love it or leave it, find out what “IT” is, and then fuck off.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to him. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionist
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Ahhh..Sweet Freedom how Oppressive You Can Be
In the last year I have made the attempt to be a blogger. Seduced by the freedom of expression and wanting to give to the world my piece of mind. I have made several attempts under various names, running through ideas like most Americans run through fad diets.
A really close friend knowing my past involvement in music and had read the other blogs suggested I spend this space critiquing new releases. I believe his words were, "what I'd like to see is your take on new music, with your wit and insight it could be huge for you!" I think he visited once, and the simple fact is I feel nothing extraordinary can come from one more music fan gushing about the newest releases. My insight to the matter is music is in one of those stalled points where it needs a revolution. For a few weeks on Tuesday mornings I would cyphon through the new stuff and attempt to write about it and quickly found myself bored and trapped in something akin to a job. If most of the music is shite it is oppressively hard to be witty about it. Am I suggesting there is no more good music? No. I am suggesting there is an over abundance of really bad music. Everything seems to be formatted to things from the last forty years without making any improvements. Bread and Emerson Lake & Palmer might as well be current. Pop music, country music, rap, jazz all seem to be at a dead stand still. The friend that suggested this introduced me to the band Fun, who garnered much critical praise and was on the critics top 10 list for 2009. It is listenable music at best. For me it is Cheap Trick not giving their interpretation of Queen, but Cheap Trick impersonating Queen. I cut my musical teeth on bands that were tired of Queen and Cheap Trick.
Maybe it is that infancy of opinion I would like to reflect in these blogs. I fell in to the all too American problem of formatting a freedom. The art of blogs to me is to ignore the very public audience and let the voyeurs trip over the words. I am currently pursuing a future in law and I am supposed to avoid such openness because once it hits the web it is "there forever and it may comeback to haunt you!" The truth is if I am true to myself and the freedoms I am supposed to garner as an American such fears have no place in my life. The insurance of life is the course can be changed at any given moment.
What is freedom worth if you are afraid to use it?
A really close friend knowing my past involvement in music and had read the other blogs suggested I spend this space critiquing new releases. I believe his words were, "what I'd like to see is your take on new music, with your wit and insight it could be huge for you!" I think he visited once, and the simple fact is I feel nothing extraordinary can come from one more music fan gushing about the newest releases. My insight to the matter is music is in one of those stalled points where it needs a revolution. For a few weeks on Tuesday mornings I would cyphon through the new stuff and attempt to write about it and quickly found myself bored and trapped in something akin to a job. If most of the music is shite it is oppressively hard to be witty about it. Am I suggesting there is no more good music? No. I am suggesting there is an over abundance of really bad music. Everything seems to be formatted to things from the last forty years without making any improvements. Bread and Emerson Lake & Palmer might as well be current. Pop music, country music, rap, jazz all seem to be at a dead stand still. The friend that suggested this introduced me to the band Fun, who garnered much critical praise and was on the critics top 10 list for 2009. It is listenable music at best. For me it is Cheap Trick not giving their interpretation of Queen, but Cheap Trick impersonating Queen. I cut my musical teeth on bands that were tired of Queen and Cheap Trick.
Maybe it is that infancy of opinion I would like to reflect in these blogs. I fell in to the all too American problem of formatting a freedom. The art of blogs to me is to ignore the very public audience and let the voyeurs trip over the words. I am currently pursuing a future in law and I am supposed to avoid such openness because once it hits the web it is "there forever and it may comeback to haunt you!" The truth is if I am true to myself and the freedoms I am supposed to garner as an American such fears have no place in my life. The insurance of life is the course can be changed at any given moment.
What is freedom worth if you are afraid to use it?
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