I believe that every singer has a little rebel living
inside them. In fact, I would encourage
every singer to find that little rebel as soon as they possibly can. Why?
Well let me first explain who that little rebel
is. Rebels generally have a bad
reputation – think James Dean, surly, possibly chain-smoking (please, please do not ever smoke or give up
if you do – it kills!), reckless, anti-social, maverick, and
unorthodox. But the music rebel I am referring to can actually be a great asset for
singers and musicians.
Continue reading “Be a (Music) Rebel – A Cure for Singer’s Blah”
I have just emerged from watching a beautiful
television series which left me beaming with peace, happiness, hope, and
optimism after every episode, but still somewhat tinged with sadness. That television can be the cause of such joy
is a refreshing and rare experience in our time, as most of what we see on ‘the
tube’ can leave us feeling empty, angry, depressed, fearful, and constantly questioning
ourselves in a world of endless comparison.
But not this time.
Continue reading “How a TV Show Gave Me Hope”
No, not fifteen, but one and five.
There are so many things in life that we want to get
to, right? We keep being told that we
need to do X amount of exercise each
day or week, eat this or that, accomplish a specific chore, check off to-do
lists, and on and on and on. We can
sometimes sit back and realise that it is just all too much, so we end up doing
nothing at all!
One morning as I was going through my twenty minutes of
time allocated for stretches – essential
for singers and anyone wanting to stay
flexible! – I thought just that: it is
all too much. Twenty minutes is
nothing, but my brain was on already on fast forward leaping into the
activities of the day. I was not in the
moment. Naturally, my focus became
scattered, my stretches ended up looking like some pitiful 1970’s dance, and to
top it all off my stomach was grumbling for some breakfast. Enough already!
Continue reading “One, Five”
Okay, brace yourself, here comes a bit of a revelation:
I love ABBA.
And the above title got me singing ‘Knowing Me,
Knowing You’. This song is about
relationships – more on that later – but it also makes me wonder… how much do we
really know ourselves?
Do we spend so much time musing about other people’s
lives and activities that we lose sight of who we really are, and about relating to others, that we end up feeling
more fragmented because we just do not meet other people’s ‘ideal’ standards?
I think sometimes we can spend far too much time
watching what other people are up to, especially online, and then in a subconscious
way we start comparing ourselves with them.
A subtle depression and inadequacy can take seed within us if we decide that
we don’t measure up to what that person is doing or what this person is saying
or achieving. In the meantime, if we do
not use that information to improve our
own lives, our time is just ticking away and all we have ever done is stare
at a screen to keep up with someone else.
Continue reading “Knowing Me…Watching You?…A-ha”
An intense personal darkness is with me. This has been triggered by several things, especially life and career transitions, but also because of the actions of some people around me. Despite my own advice about not allowing yourself to be affected, things just sometimes do get to you, and you just have to ride it out. For all of my positivity, the things that some people do…Just. Plain. Suck. But this darkness has also become an inspiration for me to write even more. You see, dark times need to be brought into the light, and writing is a perfect way to do that when the voice grows weary of speaking.
I recognize this awfulness as a period of desolation, depression, or even perhaps a dark night of the soul. I am still not so sure. Oh yes, I still sing my little heart out, but the rain clouds are hovering menacingly above me. In fact, the rain is pelting down. There have been some days when I do not want to even show up, or I only just hold it together.
Continue reading “The Darkness”
So many times over the years I have repeated a pattern
which has often, if not always, ended up in me feeling drained, depleted, and
sometimes discarded. When you find
yourself in a situation or in relationships with different people – be they
personal or professional – and find that you are continuously giving of
yourself, or rescuing others in their time of woe to the point of your own
mental and spiritual exhaustion, then it is time to stop. It is time to reflect. It is time to put yourself first.
While an awareness of the needs of others and being a compassionate, giving person is a great thing, you do not want to be taken for granted either. It is wonderful if the one you are helping recovers, but if they ghost you and then go on their merry way and never keep in touch, if they don’t care about you or even ask how you are going, well…it feels like a slap in the face.
Continue reading “To Give, and Give…and Give”
I like positive posts (writing them and reading other
people’s), and this is part of the reason why I started The MuSinGer, but
sometimes having a good rant feels… well… invigorating. Seriously though, taking the time to think
about why we do what we do as humans and as a society can help us to intelligently
question whether these things are actually good for us.
I know that the topic of the effects of social media has been done to death, but one day I was tired and instead of doing the sensible thing, shutting down early for the night, and going to sleep, I numbly looked through some random social media posts out in the ether. My bad. Not surprisingly, I soon became unsettled and fed up. Why? Well a summary of what I saw went something like this (note – what follows is a fictitious generalisation, not actual posts):
Continue reading “Planet of the Fakes”