Livin’ Life Big
Not so long ago I watched a video with Carl Perkins and Paul McCartney. They were talking about their own lives and Carl was talking about the fateful car wreck that changed his life. He and his band were on their way to New York City (I believe) to play on the Perry Como Show. Their car crossed over the center line and hit another car head-on. That crash put the breaks on his rise to stardom, and he watched Elvis Presley, as well as a host of others, soar to stardom, playing his songs.
In the video Carl said that he was lying in his hospital bed, and and had the thought that he could not hang onto what he had lost, but only to what he still had. WOW!!! He also said that for many years he was never on stage, but always behind the scenes. Then he looked at the camera and thanked us who bought his records for the birthday parties, vacations, bicycles and for the lifestyle he was able to have because of the success of the songs he wrote. This one quote is worth the 45 minutes of time I spent watching an already great video. What a lesson!
It’s a lesson too many of us learn either too late, or we don’t learn at all. I know so many really great musicians with really bad attitudes. Never willing to work gratefully with what fate dishes out, but ready to carp, complain, and whine about everything from the people who give them work, to all the other lousy musicians who have made it big, because the industry wouldn’t know a good sound (such as theirs) if it bit them in the ass. Whoa cowboys, ease up on the two-gun nastiness!
We all know someone (maybe ourselves), who has used their bad attitude to burn all their bridges, lose jobs, stifle their chances at even a modicum of success. I used to work at a drug and alcohol rehab center where I heard many such stories. One stands out. One of the men I counseled had been in the really bad-ass Cell Block “D” of Leavenworth Federal Prison. After getting out he began using drugs, and selling. He told me that at one time he carried something like four Glocks and six hunting knives on his person at all times. Through his violence, he also took a fix-it ticket and worked it into a prison term at a maximum security prison. There is no end to what a bad attitude and a depressed state of mind can accomplish.
BUT on the other side of the attitude coin there is true success. I was there on that bad attitude side of the coin, and it took me from being a nationally known photographer to losing business, my car, my house, also my mind and close to my family. I discovered some self motivational materials and gave them a try. Well not the first time.
The first time I gave them to a friend who was losing everything, and they turned him totally around. But while he was turning around, I was spinning in a free fall to the bottom of the tank. Once I hit, I was re-introduced to similar materials as I gave my friend, and this time I was ready to believe it. So don’t say that I know not of what I write.
I should say here that whatever it is you believe is absolutely correct. So if you believe everyone is out to get you, they probably are. If you believe that all the good musicians are broke and won’t make it because the industry only wants to produce trash, you are right. If you have convinced yourself that you have to sell your ass and your principles and your art to get anyone to listen to you, bang on the spot.
Paul Quinnett writes in his book, Pavlov’s Trout: The Incomplete Psychology of Everyday Fishing, that he understands two approaches to life. The first he terms, The Depressive’s Reality; the other, The Delusional Fisher’s Reality. And of course as I am writing this I cannot find the damn book to get an accurate quote, but here, in my own words, is what I remember him writing.
Quinnett claims that the Depressive will make absolutely logical (for them) claims of why things will not work. These claims sound completely rational and will bring failure every time because what they predict sounds so right. The Delusional Fisher, on a other side of reality, just sort of believes that the next cast will catch the illusive fish sought after all day. The motto for the Delusional Fisher is, “Just one more cast!” If that fisher is a Depressive, when darkness settles in they are already washed up, well fed, and in front of the TV, while the Delusional is still making that one more cast and waiting for that fish. Eventually the Delusional, if no fish are caught, will need to be dragged from the stream or lake by well-meaning friends who will end up enduring a tide of vitriol until some fish, on maybe another day, is actually caught.
A Depressive not only understands the Second Law of Thermodynamics, Entropy, but believes in it. The Delusional Fisher won’t even consider such a theory. The theory of Entropy holds that all energy seeks a common ground or state of being. That common state is always cooler, slower, lower, calmer, less, but stable and constant. And, there ya go! And yes, we all will dissolve into paste; and yes, probably no one will even remember us in one hundred years; and yes, it is probably good enough for government work and the women we hang with; and yes, so what, so who gives a shit; and, yes that is possible, but it ain’t very probable; and yes, and yes, and yes… We’ve all heard ‘em, and we’ve probably all used a few of them never realizing just how devastating statements like those are to our success.
Years ago, when I was trying desperately to get something to work for me, and I was starting to consider the possibility of songwriting, I was bar-tending in a little dive down on the waterfront side of Sacramento, California. Sometimes business was non-existent so I would take my guitar down there and leave it out so I could practice it when no one was there. One night this kat strolls in, order a beer and sits off to himself and sips on it. Pretty soon he comes over to the bar and asks me if that was my guitar. I said that it was. He asks me if he played it gently, could he play it a little. I said he could. Well he starts doing some intricate finger-picking runs and he started really getting my attention. I start watching his left hand, and I notice a pleat-like pattern that goes all around his wrist, and I realize it is a scar. I asked him about it, and he informs me that he had been in a car wreck some years prior, and his hand was cut off. He said that he was told that he would never use that hand again. He also said that he figured if that was true, that it was time for him to learn how to play guitar. I knew right then and there that some of us say “can’t,” some of us say “maybe,” and some of us actually commit to “yes.”
I have made some really bad decisions in my life. I have made some really great ones. The most powerful one I have ever made was to step past all my manufactured fears and to yell, “yes,” at my life. Life is worth living with as many yeses as possible.
At this point I can almost hear you asking, So, what does the term, “success” mean to you? For me it means finding joy in what you are doing. It is important to make a living at what we love most, so we can continue doing it. But success is not determined by any outside force, it is determined by our own inner source. My advice is to set your goal as high as you can, and never be satisfied with less, and like a true Delusional, settle nothing less than the big one. Yet, to also find meaning and hope and joy in whatever level of success you have attained. It is at this point many get confused, lose focus, and turn on the self-destruct mode. Never confuse true success with outward achievements.
Learn to adjust and adapt. If I am not catching fish, I try another fly. I anticipate what flies I will use during the Winter when I am tying them, but I also take a portable fly-tying kit with me to the stream where I can tie what might be hatching that I don’t have. The same is true with pitching songs I have written. I have learned that a rejection will probable be an acceptance somewhere else. I find places where I can conform my art to the needs of the industry, and I hold some areas back just for me and my art and style. It is fun. I find joy. I do not make a whole bunch of money but every day I am thankful for the successes, and failures, I have had and will have. My name is Hilary and I am a Delusional!
The video is about 45 minutes long, but if you wish to watch it here is is — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bmn6vWgXS3M&feature=fvwp&NR=1