I was telling a friend recently about how I was considering becoming a rapper. The gist of the idea is that I believe that I could make an excellent rap album if I dediated an entire year to it. To me the logic was inescapable: I have a lot of time, some base rap skills, and the ability to come up with plans and focus. It seems literally impossible to me that I could not make a good rap album in one year.
He kept trying to push me away from it, which I found surprising. He's an extremely supportive friend who thinks outside the box and does many much more "out there" things than that. Finally I asked why he was pushing against it.
He said that because I look like a normal nerdy white guy, I may not get the best reception. Maybe I'd be booed off stage if I tried to perform.
I waited for the rest of the objection, but that was it. Getting booed? Who cares?
This made me think a lot about the hypothetical situation. I could see why it would be a totally normal and reasonable response to be embarrassed or care that people booed me, but I couldn't connect with that emotion at all. I tried to put myself in that situation, and the only thing I could feel was amusement. I think it would be totally hilarious if I went on stage and got booed off. What a funny and unique experience!
At first I thought that this might have come from pickup. There I had to subject myself to potential (and, more often than not, actual) rejection many times per night. Maybe I had built up a thick skin through that.
I realized, though, that rejection in that setting never bothered me. I was often scared of approaching and felt uncomfortable putting myself out there, but rejection never affected me. If anything it made me less scared to approach the next time because I realized that it wasn't so bad.
Thinking more about it, I believe my immunity to the sting of rejection stems from my insistence on doing everything my own way.
My goal in making a rap album would just be to make an album that I think is good. There's a lot of rap out there that other people think is good and I think is terrible. If I made one of those albums, I would not be happy. I accept that we all have different opinions on things and I don't believe that it's possible to please everyone.
If we accept the premise that we can't please everyone, we also have to accept that we can't care about the opinion of everyone. Part and parcel with doing anything is that some people will like it and some people won't.
I care most about what I think. If I put out work that I feel is very good, I'm happy even if no one else likes it. That's not to say that I won't consider their opinions and make changes, only that I'm not going to really feel bad if they don't like it.
Next I care what my close friends and family think. They know me the best, so their opinions are generally the most valid. If a random stranger tells me I'm messing up my life, I won't think twice about it. If a family member says that, I'm all ears.
Some of my friends and family like rap, so I would listen to their opinions. If I thought it was good and they all thought it was really terrible, maybe I would even feel a little bad. Probably I would just be confused and motivated to improve.
Next I care about readers. I don't say that to pander. As any reader knows, I put out whatever I want on this blog, and it's always a pretty authentic view of how I see things. If someone has stuck around and has learned about me and thinks I'm messing up, I'd listen.
But strangers? I couldn't care less. It's not because I think less of them, it's because I have no possible way of knowing if their opinion is valid. I won't please everyone, and from my point of view it's impossible to know if a stranger is someone who should be pleased or not, so I give zero weight to their opinion.
So if I make a rap album and perform it and every single person boos? Well, maybe they're the same crowd that would be going nuts for some rap artist that I think is really bad. Or maybe I'm the only person who will like my rap album, but I'm the only one that has to live with it anyway, so that's fine.
When you find yourself caring about how someone else perceives you, ask yourself why. Is it because it's someone whose opinion you value? Or is it a knee jerk reaction because we think rejection is bad? If it's the latter, try to meditate on whether that's a reaction you need to have in the future.
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Nice post about rapping. i love make musics, my family say i not make bad dream possible reality but i disagree. i say listen to your heart.
In addition to having bad arguments, your friend is also culturally out-of-touch. Nerdy is in! Look at Donald Glover and Tyler the Creator for black guys, or Logic and MacLethal for white guys :)
This is difficult enough that it's a challenge, but also interesting enough that it could keep you occupied for a year. I think the most difficult part is if you would also write the beats/music (bordering on incredibly difficult if you're not a musician) or hire a producer. In any case, put me down for $10 on the Kickstarter. :)
I'd love to hear your album, have been excited about the idea since you first mentioned it! I'm a musician myself, so if you have any questions regarding harmony, music theory or music in general, feel free to message me. I'll do my best to help. PS Thanks for a great blog! It had a huge positive impact on my life :)
As I help more people work through their sticking points through coaching, I've noticed that a surprisingly large factor in many peoples' lives is how others perceive them. This is largely a foreign experience to me, and I think that it's been a great advantage to me to not really care what other people think.
I would like to believe that it's some inner well of strength that allows me to overwhelmingly disregard what strangers think of me, but if I'm honest about it, I believe that it originates from not being very popular as a kid.
At some point I realized that I was just not going to be a traditionally "cool" person. I'm sure it stung a little bit to realize that, but it was also freeing in a way. If I wasn't going to win that game anyway, why try to play it?
At the same time, I grew confidence in what I was doing. I knew that I was weird and that my friends were geeky like I was, but I also thought that they were excellent people. I thought some of the popular people were good too, but I didn't think that partying and going to football games was all that great, so I didn't have much jealousy.
Last semester, one of the parts of my Literature class's curriculum was to do an in-depth analysis of multiple Seamus Heaney poems. For a little background, Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet famous of poems such as "Death of a Naturalist." He passed away last year.
A majority of his poems that we studied centered around one theme: childhood. He talked about his experiences as a kid, and he used a tone of nostalgia, implying that he wanted to go back. It frustrated me that he mainly talked about this topic.
In my eyes, his life was divided into two parts. The first, his childhood, was spent having all these amazing experiences that shaped his life. The second, his adulthood, was spent writing about his childhood.
To me, all he wanted to do was to go back. I felt as if he didn't enjoy his current life (adulthood) and reminiscing about his past was his way of coping. Now yes this is most likely an overgeneralization, but it made me think of this question: