parry wrote:Telliot wrote:Thanks guys! I'm very appreciative of your kind words, they mean
a lot!
JazzBlaster wrote:
I agree with your friend, if this is what you're doing I could stand to hear some more.
As soon as I read that, I thought,
ohgod....I'm not sure my other songs are as good as this one...! And so begins the cycle of self-doubt that I've suffered from my entire creative life.
I really think it's something that has kept me from ever seriously pursuing a life in music, and now I'm 41, married, with 3 kids and a mortgage. Not in any way bad, but different than I imagined 20 years ago. Anyone else suffer from this disease?
I can honestly pinpoint its origin, which would be my parents' general lack of support in this venture growing up. It seems so lame to blame my issues on them, but their harsh criticisms, insistence that it was a dead end, and telling me I wasn't good enough to be a professional really stunted my growth, I think. Even now, as a grown man, I can hear their disapproval in the back of my head when I sing a particular lyric, or decide to use a major three chord, when I should have used a minor, etc... That shit is really powerful, something I won't be passing on to my kids.
Sorry for the personal backstory dump...
Sorry... did I sell you the rights to my life story?
I'm confused...
Ha, I can entirely relate. I'm a classically trained cellist, originally. Went about 80% of all the way: had finished my grades by the age of 14, did my advanced certificate, was thinking about getting my diploma... but alongside it, I'd discovered playing in bands. And - don't get me wrong, I loved the cello - but the blast I got, and still get, from loud pop music just kicks the SHIT out of being part of a great orchestra, even a great quartet. For me, that is.
My parents were NOT keen. I was a naughty kid, cello and English were the only things I really succeeded at before the age of 16. They worried that playing rock music was going to be the fast track to drugs and hoors (whereas I only HOPED it would be). They entirely didn't support it, until they found out I'd blown my savings account on a guitar, behind their back. I'd had the guitar for maybe a year and never brought it home. Kept it at school. And even when it was a fait accompli, they were very sceptical for a long time.
I adore my mum and dad, but they messed that one up. It made - and still makes - it very difficult to put my stuff out there. Nowadays that manifests as an inability to be in the room when someone is listening to a record of mine, which is at least an improvement. I didn't used to let anyone know I was even writing anything.
Oh, and Telliot - you have NOTHING to be shy about, mang. I dig.