How do you overcome your shyness in order to do awesome things? I'm a tiny, quiet, white girl but I can rap the entirety of The Pharcyde's song "Oh Shit". In fact, most of the music I know by heart is early 90's hip hop and I dream of performing it in public some day but I'm scared I'll get laughed off the stage. Any advice?
At 67 years old, Thomas Edison was building a giant laboratory/research center. It was his life’s work and all of the money he had was invested in the building and the things contained therein. One night, a friend ran to his house to say (paraphrasing) “Edison, come quick, your fucking lab is on fucking fire!” Edison and his son ran out immediately, as the lab-in-progress was nearby.
Because of the various chemicals and other science bullshit kept in the lab, the fire was insane; blue, red, and green flames overtook everything and lit up the sky. This was Edison’s future, exploding in front of him in some weird multi-colored nightmare. He turned to his son.
"Get your mother. Get the neighbors. They’ll never see another fire like this in their lives."
I think about that all the time. “Your life’s work is on fire!” “Shut up, that fire is BEAUTIFUL, have you ever seen anything like that?” That’s a level of peace and acceptance to which anyone should aspire.
The epilogue to that story of course is that Edison later took a one million dollar loan from Henry Ford and ended up making more in the next year than he would have made had his lab NOT exploded, but obviously Edison didn’t know that at the time. He didn’t know that the literal fire would light a figurative fire to inspire him to build and create more, at the time. Because at the time he was facing financial and professional ruin. He didn’t know how to proceed with his career or even if he COULD, at his age and at this loss. He wasn’t even thinking about it. He just knew that this fire was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and why not share that with people? What else are you going to do? Complain at the fire? Curse at it? Mope around the house about how mean that fire was? That’s boring, and there’s a sick-ass fire going on.
My advice is that you have no control over whether or not people laugh when you’re on stage. And you have no control over whether or not the boy you like at the coffee shop will reject your advances. And you have no control over whether or not you’ll get a raise or get fired or have your office burned to the ground. But you can control how you react to all of those things.
The most freeing thing in the world is acknowledging the things over which you have no control. Acknowledging that you have no agency over whether or not people will decide to laugh at you. They’re the ones who have decided that they’re the kind of people who laugh at the fly white girl who memorized the entirety of A Tribe Called Quest’s discography, and they’ve already MADE that decision a long time ago. It’s out of your hands. All YOU can control is how hot the fire you spit is and how you handle whatever comes after. Isn’t that cool?
We need to fundamentally change, on a mass level, how we, as a culture, discuss virginity. Because this has to stop.
Like basically anybody with a heart and a brain, I was disgusted this morning to discover that Elliott Rodger, aged 22, shot and killed seven people because he was still a…
Uzumeri on rare form here.
…wow. This is a really smart dissection from a really smart person, based on a really stupid idea.
I refuse the assertion that “this is on all of us.” I refuse it just as wholeheartedly as I refuse to believe that the lingering remnants of societal antisemitism is responsible for Fraizer Glenn Cross shooting up a Jewish community center.
Yes, the crime can easily be said to be motivated by antisemitism. And yes, this crime appears to have a specific rationale professed by the shooter. And that assertion has a certain cultural validity in the sense that virginity (or the loss of it) is a pressure we all feel and can be counterproductive to our health and development.
But taking that assertion that the reason this happened is because society twisted up this guys guts so badly that he responded by killer 7 people on its face is the same as saying that Catcher in the Rye is the reason John Lennon is dead and that we should examine the pressure J.D. Salinger puts on young men to dispense with “phonies”.
C’mon man, not everything needs to be tied to an endemic societal issue. This was a mentally ill individual. And attributing his actions to his stated issues with society is to focus on the symptom, not the disease. We need to be talking about the need for more mental health resources to the mentally ill rather than tilting at the windmills alongside them. It’s a waste of time and is the kind of reactionary nonsense that tends to happen in these cases and, frankly, is exactly what the killer set out to do (in a certain way).
As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.
One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”
Proof there was a reason MJ was the King of Pop. R.I.P.