The universe keeps coming through for me at the right time.
There have been times my friends have called me Even Steven – referring to this classic Seinfeld episode http://youtu.be/prvm5ZFPIrE (they’re all classic, really)
It’s not really that accurate, but it’s still funny. I mean I’ve lost 18 basketball Grand Finals and never won one… That was been the cause of much heart ache that I’ve never truly recovered from.
I won’t bother chronicaling every devine moment I’ve experienced, and, that I’ve maybe read too much in to, but I will talk about this particular time.
Three nights ago I got up on stage at a story telling event run by The Moth
I followed my whimsies and signed up last minute (coincidentally, ‘Last Minute’ was their topic for the evening). I was arguably the least prepared as I’d approached the event without even the knowledge you could sign up to tell your own story. My friend Michael and I, I assume, were the only two in that position. He also told a super story. If you’d like to hear my story – I’ve attached it here, it’s an extremely abridged version of rather lengthy ordeal. – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDhDyKtVoWQ
The results were wonderful, I was in the lead for the entire event after the judges voted me 27.1 out of 30. I lost to a guy named James who spoke last and scored 27.7 while I was in the toilet getting rid of some hot wings I’d eaten earlier (sorry about that visual). So I don’t even know his story, but I was okay with losing, as the winner would have to re-tell their story on the 2nd of December and I was not going to be in America at that time.
The next day I flew from Chicago and the high of that evening to Austin and the vast expansive lands it offers.
I’d not realised their were no trains here. Nor did I realise that things were spaced out.
Luckily for me, my friends Kaci and Roy are so damn wonderful and seem pretty willing to just drop me off at things and pick me up from them when I’m ready. They are beautiful people. So I went to an Improv jam
Now, I haven’t written in my blog for a damn long time – and that’s probably a result of what I’m about to talk about. So my friends in the interwebs might not even be entirely aware that in the past 18 months I’ve been consumed by Improv. Consumed by it so completely that I worked my way up to teaching it in Melbourne… Which – wows me. I love it. Opening up people’s mind to life’s virtues through improv comedy is one of the greatest whimsies I ever chased. But I’d need to have been blogging consistently for the last 18 months to make it clear how I’ve started having to juggle improv and music in my life
At this time I’m splitting my time on my annual visit to the U.S. between improv and music.
Anyway, the jam, here it is – it was all over the shop, and for one of the first times in my life chasing my creative whimsies I felt like I shouldn’t get up on stage with them, I had no idea why. I started to question if I wanted it bad enough.
A couple of weeks ago I was with my friend Kenny before a show in San Diego, and we were discussing a couple of my tours before this one and he said ‘you were really hustling back then’ (one year I came to San Diego and played 27 times in 23 days.) – that quote from him has stuck with my for the last 3 weeks. Am I not hustling anymore?
I’ve questioned this each time I’ve sat alone at a bar in New York, Chicago, and now Austin. Where in the past I feel I may have tried to spark up conversations and meet new friends.
I used to push and push until people became friends and I found extra stage time… And do I just not want it anymore? Enough? Do I feel less worthy? I haven’t written a song I LOVE in a while…have I lost it?
Then I listed to Amy Poehlers audio book YES PLEASE, and in chapter 25, Amy starts talking about ambivalence being the key to success, and that you should chase your creativity but try to care less about your career.
Oh man – I mean, listen to it… Because I won’t explain its profound impact on me well enough. All I’ll say is, I believe the rate at which I was listening to this audiobook (letting other podcasts interrupt it as I wandered the streets of Chicago etc) was meant to be. I was SUPPOSED to listen to that chapter today, the day I was extra worrying that I don’t hustle enough anymore.
Thank you Amy, thank you Universe.
Trust the path you are on, everyone. Take it easy. Chase your whimsies and live your dreams
Catching up on the challenge.
The holiday season always gets the best of me. I always start off thinking I’m going to get heaps done while the world is standing still. But then I end up standing still, too.
The gang took a couple weeks off from the challenge because without a little order it was hard to sit down and write the weeks song. And we all would have owed a lot of beer had we tried to continue. Props to Kenny and Isaac, they still managed to get one in.
Then we kicked back into gear a couple of weeks go, but i forgot to blog about them and today another one is due.
So here they are.
Last weeks topic: Wishing you were somewhere else
My song: Charlie and Simone (we would live in LA)
Charlie and Simone were best friends in high school. Both of them, big time musical theatre nerds.
Charlie was the competent musician, Simone the seemingly seasoned veteran of acting.
They would help each other with their weaknesses, and would encourage each other to use their strengths. Simone would sign Charlie up for acting auditions and force him to go. Charlie would write show tunes for Simone and gather audiences for her.
They both drove each other, and dreamed of a day after graduation they would move to LA and sink their teeth into acting and music. Classically waiting tables and just scraping by. This was their dream, and with the drive they instilled in each other, this would soon become their reality.
One night after a party Charlie suggested Simone come home with him, rather than one of her less responsible friends.
Sadly, that night, Simone passed away in a car accident.
Charlie was lost. His extraverted and ambitious nature had flipped.
Without the pushing from Simone, Charlie felt no urge to follow through with their plan.
A couple of years later Charlie wrote this song for Simone.
Here it is – Charlie and Simone (we would live in LA)
This weeks topic: Rob Deez eloquently put it “not having enough time to do shit”
My song: Show someone some love
This is a bit of a re-work of a song I’ve had in the pipeline for about 18 months. I’ve just never really known where to take it. This weeks topic sort of allowed me to make an old half song new.
Life gets busy…
Here it is – Show someone some love
Hope you guys enjoy. Please feel free to leave feedback.
And enjoy the entries from the other guys
The challenge is explained here – http://bit.ly/SongAWeek
This weeks topic was HOLIDAY
When I’m at work, I often catch myself daydreaming of what i could be doing instead of being there. I conjure up this fantastic day where i could fit in a million activities and have all the fun in the world. But you know how it goes, you actually get the day off and you don’t have nearly enough time for all that you were thinking about.
This song is about the idea that it would be possible to take the day off work, and have the best date ever.
I’m at ‘small bar’ in San Diego… I’ve blogged from here before. The girl who gives me free drinks seems to have quit. So i paid for this beer.
I’ve been stuck in this cycle of having great melodies it with no words to put to them… or having lyrics i like with no melodies to suit the mood.
It’s very frustrating.
I’ve said it before, I hate the idea of someone stumbling across my voice memos or notes on my phone if I die unexpectedly, it won’t be quite the gold mine that Jeff Buckleys studio tapes were.
So since I’m also lacking a new blog, here’s a Song idea I had…. In text form.
Grand Junction Colorado.
I was in grand junction colorado.
and Cruisers was apparently the place to go.
a red faced man was next to me, his name was Carl.
i know this Because he was flirting with sarah the bargirl.
When I have rings on my finger
I just wanna hit people.
Don’t you just wanna hit people?
I haven’t hit people since I got out. Replied his friend. I’d elbow this guy right here.
…. What else is there to do in grand junction? I extend. Trying to deflect my fear.
Are you hearing this fuckin guy.
Fuckin teen wolf over here.
…… Oh dear.
This reminds me of being hit by Mr. Prouse, only now I’m more aware.
He hit me out the back of Hayden’s house. – I used to care.
He said I boo’d him at graduation, and that it upset him because his grandma was there.
… It’s unfair,
because I didn’t. But it wasn’t about that. He just didn’t like me, I’m sure now he’d admit it.
I could laugh about little things and embrace the quirks of the world.
He would search for reasons to hit people because he couldn’t talk to girls.
The cops called me after my broken nose had healed. But I told them, to drop the case.
He’s not worth the effort. Despite my new crooked face.
He came into my work one day, and he called me a pussy for not looking in his direction.
It would have been wise after that for him to do a burger inspection.
How about Mr. Munchow? He used to taunt me at parties. Tell me to take it outside
But he’s not worth writing about.. Coz i imagine he’d grin with pride.
So you see, Mum. No need to be concerned about grand junction Colorado.
There’s jerks all over the world, just gotta know when to go.
And hey, if these boys are still to young to take this with a grain of salt.
I guess I’ll spend more years humorously avoiding assault.
In unrelated news, here’s a new episode of Songs I Wish I Wrote.
This is ‘Lead Balloon’ by Sarah Humphreys. I’m delighted to call her a friend.
Sarah and I are Launching our respective new releases on October the 26th at The Wesley Anne. (250 high st, Northcote) make sure you’re free.