The Power Of No
Is there no greater word in the english language? Greater than love, greater than faith, greater than hope? Is NO more than YES? I think so many of us suffer from painful FOMO, the fear of missing out. I know I have been addicted to this potent force and the cure, if I simplify it all down was saying “NO” to things. YES as a concept is sold as being the opener of doors and a signpost to success, a panacea of the 1980 business mindset, where personal sacrifice for the sake of greed was a holy mantra. “JUST SAY YES” Of course, there is a lie included in this mantra, along with a neo-liberal mindset, that that you and you alone are personally responsibly for your own wellbeing, your own success and you can make yourself great if you work hard enough and sacrifice enough, cheat enough, fake it enough and you will somehow make it.” Whatever “it” is. It is just not true. It assumes so much privilege, it assumes you have capacity and dismisses anyone else that does’t succeed, at least on their terms, as a “loser who didn’t try hard enough.” It’s the same blunt stick that Reserve Banks around the World use to control interest rates. “Fuck over enough people and the Holy Economy will lift everyone up.” it might may macro sense, but I think it is really just nonsense. It is just putting the economy before people and making it the most important thing in the hope that the privileged few are granted a good life at the expense of the most marginal, bathing in the hope that these few will benevolently provide life support through gritted teeth. It’s maybe on the surface a weird comparison, but really it goes to a theory that someone shared with me about the Blue Ocean vs the Red Ocean. I won’t really go into it in depth, and in some ways I think it still misses the mark as it still focuses profit over people but it has some useful principles. (I am providing a link at the end for further research if this interests) I think more in terms of principles to live by and so far I have come up with these. Feel free to add your own. Red Ocean vs Blue Ocean (Cascade App Website)
The Grind
CW: This post contains expletives, wry, dry humour and sarcasm. Update 28 May 2024 When I opened this older blog post, I was curious to read how I felt before I had representation, as not long after, I had decided to give up on music as a career. I think it is worth posting as a kind of historical document. It also really shows how being unmedicated for ADHD was seriously impacting my life. I have corrected a few sentences but it is mostly intact as a thought bubble of the time and a good reminder of the feelings. I would like to point out that there are amazing people who are doing their best to change the industry to be more inclusive, just three of these amazing folks are: Dina Bassile and Maddy Herbert of Tibi Access and now Tibi Agency (I am now represented by Tibi Agency and I will never be too grateful for the faith that Dina has shown in signing me.) Alexis Benedict of Tomboi Records, who I met at BigSound, is paving an incredible pathway for Women, gender diverse and BiPOC folks. Thank you for the work you do. Phil Heuzenroeder from Wild At Heart Community Arts, your support has been invaluable. I no longer work for this organisation but I still support the values of empowering folks with a disability through artistic expression. Saturday 3rd Dec 2022 You could be forgiven that is is an article about my famous fetish for coffee but no, it’s been years since I just sat down and just wrote, usually I just have too much chaff blowing around in my ND (neuro-diverse) brain, but today, being the UN International Day for People’s with Disabilities, it seemed appropriate. A morning walk to Upwey along the Belgrave Rail trail, my laptop safely nestled in my Mono Producers backpack the air and breeze was beautiful. The sun felt restorative after a week stuck at home with COVID. There’s always a strange attraction and repulsion to people, where I do some of my best work, surrounded by cafe dwellers while at the same time wishing that would all shut the fuck up and stop scraping their chairs incessantly on the floor. God I love my noise cancelling headphones. (Thank you Mr Bose) Anyway. I’ve been reflecting on the nature of my involvement in music. A big topic but there is a narrow focus to this one, and that being the ever evolving music industry and how awful it is. Let me state this plainly, I have come to HATE the music industry and what it stands for. There, I said it. Feels good. But HOW do I unpack that? It promises so much, there really is so much beauty and power in this place but really doesn’t deliver any lasting financial reward unless you submit to playing the game. I’m spreading a little avocado on toast as a way of practicing avoidance on this subject, but Mike Eldrington, the wonderful singer/songwriter/performer wrote in a facebook post earlier in the week “you gotta love the grind” and I realised, I really hate the grind, it destroys my musical soul, mind and body and I just don’t want to do it. But does that mean I can’t have a career in music? I understand where Mike is coming from however and I don’t disagree, if you want to play the game of industry, that is what it requires from you, the grind is an embedded part of the game. After attending BigSound earlier this year up in the weirdness that is Fortitude Valley Queensland, I could see the game fully on display and how warm and welcoming it can be for those who play, and how cold it can be for those that don’t unless of course you are one of the few that independently make’s a splash and there are always those who want to exploit that. It was interesting that it really has nothing to do with the music or artistry, rather the eyes are opened to what is going to capture the public’s attention and I applaud any artist that manages to find a schtick that makes a difference. This is all nothing new though, the same thing was there back in 2016 when I did the X-Factor. The rub is, that it required from me an “investment” of around $3000 , (I haven’t actually calculated it but it’s at least this) for a very seemingly vaporous return, it’s not a business decision so much as a wing and a prayer. I’m glad I did it but honestly, it probably wasn’t a smart business move. Maybe time with tell. For someone that’s on a pension, is a single mum and a ND person, this is like a whole years savings. I was really so grateful to be supported and encouraged in this adventure by some lovely supportive folks from Tibi Access and by some people from QMusic. It honestly made a big difference being able to participate, but I don’t want to just participate, I want to earn a living through something I’m good at. The Music Industry is not a friendly place, especially to those with disabilities, mental health challenges, to women, people of colour and gender difference. I have noticed that where there is support for difference, it appears to be fetishised or at least very tokenistic. Myself, being transgender, I have encountered that attitude. In my opinion, the industry only tends to show support, so it can continue to exploit. Rainbow washing, rather than genuinely creating an inclusive and healthy workplace; a genuine platform for voice and artistry. Getting back to the subject of the grind, I have identified three humorous, highly dubious and completely un-researched categories for the “successful artist”. The Gigger Endless days on the road in a station wagon, playing 300 shows a year, busting out tunes 5 shows a week, hustle the merch, book the shows, drive, shake hands, smile, dusty shit