It's the 'holiday' season. Ideally it's a nice thing, time to go be nice to each other, be with family and all that good stuff. But, let's be honest. It's always been a time to express our petty horrible side as well. It's descended into competitive spending, blaming this group or that group on the de-Christianization of our society leading to a call to boycott the mermaid coffee joint, an opportunity to be rotten to one another on the subway. I ain't gonna lie to you, I really don't enjoy this time of year. At best I have the opportunity to stay at home and create cause it's cold outside, I know the change of season is actually good for me. I also am presented with ample opportunity to transcend the horror show and be kind to strangers, offer my seat and help a homeless fellow cross the street.
This week it's Thanksgiving. I'm realizing how much I'm dreading it. Oh, before any musical performance my mind goes to a very negative place. "No one is going to be there, no one cares, I suck yadda yadda" but then I show up and I'm often surprised by how well things go. But this week I feel full of dread. I'm realizing I treat seeing my people like a performance. Maybe I've been performing my whole life? In music at least I get to be honest and vulnerable. Off stage I'm just plain scared.
If it's hysterical it's historical I've been told. I've been taking actions over my addictions this fall so maybe I'm just more open. That chill in the air stirs up some ugly feelings. It's like when I'm looking for a place to live and people tell me "that's a chill neighborhood, it's a family neighborhood". All I want to do is run. "So which neighborhood isn't the family neighborhood? Where do all the freaks live?" That's where I feel safe. I associate this time of year with Druncles and creepy religious people making efforts for me to get in line. I have a neighbor downstairs who lives alone. He's a musician. When he had family visit recently there was the grumpy man arguing with his grumpy wife. Yesterday there was a scream fest in that apartment. I haven't heard that in a while. Can be quite triggering. So with my history it's no wonder I struggle with this time of year. I hate seeing and hearing people fight. My last girlfriend had a traditional streak in her, and she wanted the argument. That felt, old. I'm not ready for old! The holidays and all that religion feels so, old. Old and cold. Fit in boy! Fit in so you can be, old..... Ick.
A few weeks ago I was sitting with a friend I've known for a long time. We aren't tight, we just have run in the same musical circle for the last 2 decades. We were having a a discussion about being the outsider. She's Jewish and spent time as a child in Germany. I am who I am, not belonging to any race, religion and as of these days, feeling rather stateless and homelandless as well. We talked about living in between. For me it was between black and white and dealing with cruelty and pettiness from both camps. The Asian kids weren't exactly kind as well. So my friends tended to be Jewish kids whose parents weren't that good at being Jewish, and my friends who were white with an adopted black and Vietnamese younger brother. No, that family didn't church it up either. I pretty much hung out with kids that didn't have churchy parents. The churchy kids, be they black, white, Jewish, Indian or whatever, were just not as nice.
So my friend says to me "I've always seen you as and angry person Jef" to which I replied "Oh thank God you did! Thank god someone did!" I felt such relief in that moment. Someone could see through my Obama people pleaser side. See it for what it is: survival. Or maybe, bullshit. Mediocrity. Yuck. It's nice to know I have that kind of love accessible to me. She didn't run away or judge me, just told the truth about her experience. Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow!
She then asked me if I have found a way to channel that rage. Yes, it's been with me all along. Music. But I've also been channeling it in other creative ways too. Anger can be fuel. Something my last girlfriend tried to get going, I just wasn't down with being trained so I left. But I'm glad she gave me that bit of crumpet. I do feel less afraid of my rage. And I am booking more shows, solo shows, group shows. Life is getting shorter and this fire needs to go somewhere. It needs to be passion.
My life is good. So why all the rage? Well, there are plenty of things to be angry about. Look at our stupid presidential race. It's okay to be a grumpy shouting caucasian like Trump or Sanders, but if our president shouted he would never hold that office. People would have felt threatened. Can you see that? It's pretty simple and pretty obvious. For me to be the angry mixed guy becomes it's own stereotype. I never felt free to express that side of me. Carson put his rage in his past with all that 'stabbed someone' jive. Oh, come on. Please tell me the truth. That's enough to make anyone angry, all that lying.
We all have our own bondage. Our own reasons for suppressing and depressing. We all have our own rug to sweep our feelings under. So yeah, my life is really good, but I can't discount my own feelings.
I ran into some old friends who mentioned what an inspiration I was back in my youth. Telling me about how passionate my guitar playing was and all and my reply was "thanks, perhaps it was, but I feel like I was just drunk and lying to you in those days". A performance was a performance, just that. It's only been recent where it feels like reality. I got asked to do a reunion show and haven't said yes or no yet. Though now it's obvious: No. The band was locally successful, 3 years of an ego trip that made a lot of people happy. But I was miserable then. The whole thing felt mediocre. I watched other bands around me express themselves so fully. We were hiding something deep. I don't like memory lane. I have a responsibility to the present.
I was asked by another fellow the same question about making some music again. This was a band that got international recognition right as I was leaving. Hell no, can't do it. I watched us get more shut down, try to please more people, become passionless and the audience grew and grew. That freaked me out.
But again, I have a responsibility to the present. I make much better music today than I did then. It's only cause I'm no longer afraid to burn. I was a scared young man then. That fear of my own feelings could have killed me. It's kept me broke and leading a mediocre existence, thank god I never got into substance, but looking back I'm just baffled at this: Why is it all so scary? Why was I taught to be afraid of my own rage? Or better yet, why was I taught to hide it? If I can transcend all this I have nothing left to be afraid of. If I can own this wound, it is a gift I can share. A gift I can help others with. I can love better if I'm okay with it. I can not fall into the mediocrity trap again so easily.
And for todays sounds, my music makes me terribly uncomfortable. I know I'm in the right place cause uncomfortable isn't stuck. Uncomfortable is opportunity. It just keeps getting better and better. I don't care if I turn you on or off. It's indifference I'm not down with. I never want to hear "it's okay, it's fine" again. Better to hear "it's effin great!" or "I hated it and here's why!!!". Then I know I'm doing my job as a human here on Earth the right way.
Fire baby, fire.....
JB
This week it's Thanksgiving. I'm realizing how much I'm dreading it. Oh, before any musical performance my mind goes to a very negative place. "No one is going to be there, no one cares, I suck yadda yadda" but then I show up and I'm often surprised by how well things go. But this week I feel full of dread. I'm realizing I treat seeing my people like a performance. Maybe I've been performing my whole life? In music at least I get to be honest and vulnerable. Off stage I'm just plain scared.
If it's hysterical it's historical I've been told. I've been taking actions over my addictions this fall so maybe I'm just more open. That chill in the air stirs up some ugly feelings. It's like when I'm looking for a place to live and people tell me "that's a chill neighborhood, it's a family neighborhood". All I want to do is run. "So which neighborhood isn't the family neighborhood? Where do all the freaks live?" That's where I feel safe. I associate this time of year with Druncles and creepy religious people making efforts for me to get in line. I have a neighbor downstairs who lives alone. He's a musician. When he had family visit recently there was the grumpy man arguing with his grumpy wife. Yesterday there was a scream fest in that apartment. I haven't heard that in a while. Can be quite triggering. So with my history it's no wonder I struggle with this time of year. I hate seeing and hearing people fight. My last girlfriend had a traditional streak in her, and she wanted the argument. That felt, old. I'm not ready for old! The holidays and all that religion feels so, old. Old and cold. Fit in boy! Fit in so you can be, old..... Ick.
A few weeks ago I was sitting with a friend I've known for a long time. We aren't tight, we just have run in the same musical circle for the last 2 decades. We were having a a discussion about being the outsider. She's Jewish and spent time as a child in Germany. I am who I am, not belonging to any race, religion and as of these days, feeling rather stateless and homelandless as well. We talked about living in between. For me it was between black and white and dealing with cruelty and pettiness from both camps. The Asian kids weren't exactly kind as well. So my friends tended to be Jewish kids whose parents weren't that good at being Jewish, and my friends who were white with an adopted black and Vietnamese younger brother. No, that family didn't church it up either. I pretty much hung out with kids that didn't have churchy parents. The churchy kids, be they black, white, Jewish, Indian or whatever, were just not as nice.
So my friend says to me "I've always seen you as and angry person Jef" to which I replied "Oh thank God you did! Thank god someone did!" I felt such relief in that moment. Someone could see through my Obama people pleaser side. See it for what it is: survival. Or maybe, bullshit. Mediocrity. Yuck. It's nice to know I have that kind of love accessible to me. She didn't run away or judge me, just told the truth about her experience. Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow!
She then asked me if I have found a way to channel that rage. Yes, it's been with me all along. Music. But I've also been channeling it in other creative ways too. Anger can be fuel. Something my last girlfriend tried to get going, I just wasn't down with being trained so I left. But I'm glad she gave me that bit of crumpet. I do feel less afraid of my rage. And I am booking more shows, solo shows, group shows. Life is getting shorter and this fire needs to go somewhere. It needs to be passion.
My life is good. So why all the rage? Well, there are plenty of things to be angry about. Look at our stupid presidential race. It's okay to be a grumpy shouting caucasian like Trump or Sanders, but if our president shouted he would never hold that office. People would have felt threatened. Can you see that? It's pretty simple and pretty obvious. For me to be the angry mixed guy becomes it's own stereotype. I never felt free to express that side of me. Carson put his rage in his past with all that 'stabbed someone' jive. Oh, come on. Please tell me the truth. That's enough to make anyone angry, all that lying.
We all have our own bondage. Our own reasons for suppressing and depressing. We all have our own rug to sweep our feelings under. So yeah, my life is really good, but I can't discount my own feelings.
I ran into some old friends who mentioned what an inspiration I was back in my youth. Telling me about how passionate my guitar playing was and all and my reply was "thanks, perhaps it was, but I feel like I was just drunk and lying to you in those days". A performance was a performance, just that. It's only been recent where it feels like reality. I got asked to do a reunion show and haven't said yes or no yet. Though now it's obvious: No. The band was locally successful, 3 years of an ego trip that made a lot of people happy. But I was miserable then. The whole thing felt mediocre. I watched other bands around me express themselves so fully. We were hiding something deep. I don't like memory lane. I have a responsibility to the present.
I was asked by another fellow the same question about making some music again. This was a band that got international recognition right as I was leaving. Hell no, can't do it. I watched us get more shut down, try to please more people, become passionless and the audience grew and grew. That freaked me out.
But again, I have a responsibility to the present. I make much better music today than I did then. It's only cause I'm no longer afraid to burn. I was a scared young man then. That fear of my own feelings could have killed me. It's kept me broke and leading a mediocre existence, thank god I never got into substance, but looking back I'm just baffled at this: Why is it all so scary? Why was I taught to be afraid of my own rage? Or better yet, why was I taught to hide it? If I can transcend all this I have nothing left to be afraid of. If I can own this wound, it is a gift I can share. A gift I can help others with. I can love better if I'm okay with it. I can not fall into the mediocrity trap again so easily.
And for todays sounds, my music makes me terribly uncomfortable. I know I'm in the right place cause uncomfortable isn't stuck. Uncomfortable is opportunity. It just keeps getting better and better. I don't care if I turn you on or off. It's indifference I'm not down with. I never want to hear "it's okay, it's fine" again. Better to hear "it's effin great!" or "I hated it and here's why!!!". Then I know I'm doing my job as a human here on Earth the right way.
Fire baby, fire.....
JB