If not for discipline, I would be a quivering blob of blubber in a corner somewhere.
And, um, you think Ozzy Osbourne does not have discipline. Well, li'l chicken, he would still be singing crap-ass covers in bars without major discipline.
Note: if you do crap-ass covers in bars, you will probably never go beyond them because the band will blow up before you can even try to escape.
(Ed: you never played in a bar!)
Deliberately, matey. I've done every other possible thing I could reach with music. That wastrel stoner has put far more work into this than will ever meet the eye and that's likely the same for many of the real musicians in Second Life. There are zero overnight successes.
Even Bieber logged his hours creating his music in a basement or whatever and those were loaded to YouTube. Eventually someone saw one. Whammo, overnight sensation.
Overnight, my achin' ass (larfs).
You may not like his style and I don't but never think for a moment he didn't work for it.
(Ed: it doesn't look like he worked too hard!)
Judge as you will but he's still no finger-popping karaoke zero who popped out of nowhere. Yah, and even karaoke singers have a kind of discipline. We don't think much of it but it has to be there nevertheless.
Part of the discussion earlier was posing a question of do you want sex with me or music will, every single time, result in an answer you don't like. The guaranteed fastest way to shoot a musico to light speed is to try to change that. Some of you saw what happened in my life as a result of it. If you keep doing it, you will likely be destroyed by it and der Musiker will destroy himself in the process because he will do anything necessary to protect the music. Yes, in that context, you are expendable.
Some women know that intuitively, never try to change anyone, but many do not. Sure as hell, Sharon Osbourne knew that. Most likely her discipline was keeping a fire bucket on hand to put him out when he went up in flames.
Cat and I talked of this at some length earlier because I seriously believe the Royal typewriter was the finest mechanism for writers because always the writer knows one single erroneous letter and the page will probably have to be redone. You could use an ink eraser and some white-out but that's shabby and obvious. Do it again, Hemingway.
The absence of that discipline as with word processors in which some magic thing corrects what you do has resulted in an efflorescence of bullshit bloggers in a global race for ultimate banality. You know the truth of it without evidence. Read almost any political pundit and you immediately see the truth of it.
(Ed: you're one of them!)
Well, that's the challenge and the discipline. Don't be one of them or you wind up spewing fake cancer cures which become the rage on Facebook and the bullshit blogger knows that because it may make tons of money that way. Sometimes you will be caught and prosecuted ... most times you won't.
Discipline creates excellence. If you do not have enough excellence then you need a tad more discipline, young Mozart. This was, far and away, the single most lesson from Robert Fripp.
Everyone who ever achieved anything more than bubbly but bilious blather on bullshit bulletin boards knows this.
Note: I learned 'bilious' from my ol' Mother who used it to screw with the school for their impertinence to fail to recognize her right to decide anything for her children; she knew they would not know what it meant. It was not sufficient to say I needed to keep my child out of school that day.
And, um, you think Ozzy Osbourne does not have discipline. Well, li'l chicken, he would still be singing crap-ass covers in bars without major discipline.
Note: if you do crap-ass covers in bars, you will probably never go beyond them because the band will blow up before you can even try to escape.
(Ed: you never played in a bar!)
Deliberately, matey. I've done every other possible thing I could reach with music. That wastrel stoner has put far more work into this than will ever meet the eye and that's likely the same for many of the real musicians in Second Life. There are zero overnight successes.
Even Bieber logged his hours creating his music in a basement or whatever and those were loaded to YouTube. Eventually someone saw one. Whammo, overnight sensation.
Overnight, my achin' ass (larfs).
You may not like his style and I don't but never think for a moment he didn't work for it.
(Ed: it doesn't look like he worked too hard!)
Judge as you will but he's still no finger-popping karaoke zero who popped out of nowhere. Yah, and even karaoke singers have a kind of discipline. We don't think much of it but it has to be there nevertheless.
Part of the discussion earlier was posing a question of do you want sex with me or music will, every single time, result in an answer you don't like. The guaranteed fastest way to shoot a musico to light speed is to try to change that. Some of you saw what happened in my life as a result of it. If you keep doing it, you will likely be destroyed by it and der Musiker will destroy himself in the process because he will do anything necessary to protect the music. Yes, in that context, you are expendable.
Some women know that intuitively, never try to change anyone, but many do not. Sure as hell, Sharon Osbourne knew that. Most likely her discipline was keeping a fire bucket on hand to put him out when he went up in flames.
Cat and I talked of this at some length earlier because I seriously believe the Royal typewriter was the finest mechanism for writers because always the writer knows one single erroneous letter and the page will probably have to be redone. You could use an ink eraser and some white-out but that's shabby and obvious. Do it again, Hemingway.
The absence of that discipline as with word processors in which some magic thing corrects what you do has resulted in an efflorescence of bullshit bloggers in a global race for ultimate banality. You know the truth of it without evidence. Read almost any political pundit and you immediately see the truth of it.
(Ed: you're one of them!)
Well, that's the challenge and the discipline. Don't be one of them or you wind up spewing fake cancer cures which become the rage on Facebook and the bullshit blogger knows that because it may make tons of money that way. Sometimes you will be caught and prosecuted ... most times you won't.
Discipline creates excellence. If you do not have enough excellence then you need a tad more discipline, young Mozart. This was, far and away, the single most lesson from Robert Fripp.
Everyone who ever achieved anything more than bubbly but bilious blather on bullshit bulletin boards knows this.
Note: I learned 'bilious' from my ol' Mother who used it to screw with the school for their impertinence to fail to recognize her right to decide anything for her children; she knew they would not know what it meant. It was not sufficient to say I needed to keep my child out of school that day.
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