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Best advice you ever got?
- Thread starter Thomas Kievit
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To which I would have replied "um, no, you only *feel* that you think you feel your music"
...at which point I would've dropped some deep doo-doo courtesy of Daniel Dennett, Daniel Levitin, and/or their cohorts in the Cognitive Sciences departments, and we would've gotten into a stand-off, until the beers arrived.
Ha! Just yankin' your chain brother. But I am curious as I love me some deep doo-doo, any links or books you can recommend on the subject that relates to music?
Be lazy.....do it right the first time.
And i've used this next one at the end of just about every gig.
"If you're drinking don't drive home and if you're walking stay away from the river"
And i've used this next one at the end of just about every gig.
"If you're drinking don't drive home and if you're walking stay away from the river"
You can only learn so much from a book or teacher. Jump in the deep end and play with better musicians than yourself.
A most overt connection is (fairly) well addressed in Daniel J. Levitin's This Is Your Brain On Music: The Science of Human Obsession (Plume, New York, 2006)
But I never pass up an opportunity to recommend Daniel C. Dennett's Conciousness Explained (Little, Brown and Company, Boston, 1991) which, while not specifically about music (except tangentially) goes into excruciating detail describing the physiological mechanisms of thought, sensation, and perception...yet entertainingly, engagingly so.
The only job to be ashamed of is doing a bad job. (From my dear maternal Grandmother. I had to clean it up though. She had a "colorful" vocabulary and didn't really matter that I was only 7 or 8.. She was one tough old lady.)
From my father: "Before you marry a woman, take a long hard look at her mother. If you can't imagine being married to her, just walk away."
I believed it to be true up until I chose my wife, then I threw the rule out...
He was right.
I believed it to be true up until I chose my wife, then I threw the rule out...
He was right.
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Never argue while you're eating, 'cause the person who is least hungry always seems to win.
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My Father didn't live long enough to teach me how to shave, or how to change the oil...but he was a really good pool player. "Son, the side pocket is your friend."
Another: "You get just what you pay for."
Another: "Don't move it twice if moving it once will get it done."
...and from my sainted Mother: "Let go and let God."
Another: "You get just what you pay for."
Another: "Don't move it twice if moving it once will get it done."
...and from my sainted Mother: "Let go and let God."
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Not the best advice, but a pretty valuable and memorable lesson.
When I was 17 yrs. old, I worked for a messenger service in NYC as a team of 2 with this other guy who was from the Midwest somewhere. He drove, I delivered. He had some years on me, and I looked up to him because I knew he was crazy, fearless, and I believed him to be a pretty intelligent dude. He was a biker type, I was a skinny "new wave" kid, but we hit it off really well and became pretty good friends. We had an incident once that I won't write about with some messed up drug dealers, and he took care of it like a scene out of a movie. Without even getting the least bit nervous... was like something just shifted (the wrong way) inside him. Anyhow, I had a lot of respect for the dude. So.....
Something happened outside of work with me one day where I wound up with a black eye. When I went back to work and he saw it, I made up a story about how it happened because, well, I didn't want to tell him the real story
. About 2 weeks later a friend of mine joined us at work, and the driver brought up my black eye incident. My friend laughed and said what really happened. That didn't go over well. I almost lost my life.
The guy pulled the van over, plastered me against my seat and while I forget the exact words... said he should kill me, for lying to him. The fear isn't what got me so much as the realization that this guy trusted me, and I broke his trust. He obviously had a sore spot for people who lied, but he gave me a good 10 minute lecture on how he thought we were buddies, and if 2 people are buddies there's never any reason whatsoever to lie to each other. He was convincing, because behind all his insanity was a whole lot of truth that made complete sense. I got it. We continued working with each other, but the friendship was pretty much over. It sucked, cuz we had a lot of fun up to that point. Anyhow, I thought very differently about lying from that day on. And thankfully I got out of that without a scratch.
So many lessons I've had like that... was the first one to pop into my mind.
When I was 17 yrs. old, I worked for a messenger service in NYC as a team of 2 with this other guy who was from the Midwest somewhere. He drove, I delivered. He had some years on me, and I looked up to him because I knew he was crazy, fearless, and I believed him to be a pretty intelligent dude. He was a biker type, I was a skinny "new wave" kid, but we hit it off really well and became pretty good friends. We had an incident once that I won't write about with some messed up drug dealers, and he took care of it like a scene out of a movie. Without even getting the least bit nervous... was like something just shifted (the wrong way) inside him. Anyhow, I had a lot of respect for the dude. So.....
Something happened outside of work with me one day where I wound up with a black eye. When I went back to work and he saw it, I made up a story about how it happened because, well, I didn't want to tell him the real story
. About 2 weeks later a friend of mine joined us at work, and the driver brought up my black eye incident. My friend laughed and said what really happened. That didn't go over well. I almost lost my life.The guy pulled the van over, plastered me against my seat and while I forget the exact words... said he should kill me, for lying to him. The fear isn't what got me so much as the realization that this guy trusted me, and I broke his trust. He obviously had a sore spot for people who lied, but he gave me a good 10 minute lecture on how he thought we were buddies, and if 2 people are buddies there's never any reason whatsoever to lie to each other. He was convincing, because behind all his insanity was a whole lot of truth that made complete sense. I got it. We continued working with each other, but the friendship was pretty much over. It sucked, cuz we had a lot of fun up to that point. Anyhow, I thought very differently about lying from that day on. And thankfully I got out of that without a scratch.
So many lessons I've had like that... was the first one to pop into my mind.
That's what you get for givin' a **** when it's not your turn to give a ****.
In other words "No good deed goes unpunished."
In other words "No good deed goes unpunished."
Keep company with those who seek the truth; flee from those who have found it.
