I was watching the documentary (wait, i mean e-doco attached to the album bought on iTunes) which Emeli Sande included on the record (my favourite record right now) and she said one thing which really struck a chord with me: everyone is addicted to something.
As a musician, i totally agree with this. I really think to be a musician, you'd have to be addicted to it. Some call it being crazy. It is a drug, it is something that you can't live without. Some musos might also have other side addictions ('drugs, sex and rock n roll' springs to mind) however we are passionate human-beings, dedicated to our art. I smile when i see someone tapping their fingers on the table at coffee, spaced out ... their mind being elsewhere... some might say it's rude but I giggle on the inside and consider it cute. I thrive on the intensity and absolute dedication to creativity and it is those people who I make sure i surround myself with day in, day out. It is when someone has no real passion, i start to question what is wrong with the world?
I've come across situations where I really DO question life and what people consider fulfilment in life:
Me: 'so what sort of music do you listen to?'
Acquaintance: 'oh, everything. stuff that's on the radio'.... *tumbleweed, tumbleweed*
Am i meant to sit there and smile and be like 'oh great! wonderful, me too?!' whilst cringing on the inside?
Let's not get ahead of ourselves now though. Every now and then, we all do like to indulge in mindless pop trash. White noise with lyrics that consist of 4 words and 3 notes repeated throughout so you can learn it in 5 seconds and sing along. Drive in our cars and pretend we're the drummer and smack that steering wheel. Or maybe that's just my delirious self. But that's ignorance. Decide on something. Surely there is a style that gels and others that are not.
Acquaintance: 'so where do you live?'
Me: 'Kellyville'
Acquaintance: 'oh Canley Vale, that's 5 minutes from me, i'm in Cabramatta'
Me: 'no, KELLYVILLE... in the Hills District'
Acquaintance: 'errr... where's that?'
*crickets...crickets*
Ok, by no means don't I expect everyone to know where Kellyville is but when you are living in a country that has so much to offer, go and explore! Get out of that neighbourhood of yours. If you've moved to a new country where you cannot speak the language (at all or well), yet settle in an area which includes the same people of your race and you end up speaking your own language, shop in the same area, that is not going to further you or make you grow. Then don't go back to your country and speak a broken English and think you're all that when in actual fact, you're not really speaking English in your new home anyways. What are you trying to hide from?
Acquaintance: 'What did you do last weekend?'
Me: 'Oh, i flew to Melbourne to see Miss Saigon'
Acquaintance: 'oh was she pretty?'
Me: 'errrr ... it's the musical' *stunned*
When one says 'Miss Saigon', i can't say a pageant is the first thing that springs to mind. More like the fricken awesome musical (one of my favourites for SURE!) Life is not all beauty pageants and designer shopping. I'm not going to lie about indulging in some of those but there's another whole world out there.
Me: 'Oh, you have that new LV bag, that's gorgeous!'
Acquaintance: 'yeah, it's my 6th one in my collection. I'm saved up for 6 months to get it. Saving up for a Fendi cuff next... oh and those Louboutin heels ... and Ferragamo flats'.
Me: 'oh, well all my savings are going to my trip to Italy ... along the North of Italy from Venice to Verona to Trento through to Cinque Terre ...'
Acquaintance: 'where's that? are there outlets there?'
OK, so this person is addicted to fashion, just like i am. The real problem i have here is one should not be SAVING for these luxuries! Luxury items such as these do not reflect you as a person. Sure, indulge in them as I do from time to time but only when you're comfortable to do so. Don't be flashing them around and then not know a single thing other than designer labels and names. P.S Life doesn't revolve around shopping.
This may sound like a rant but in all honestly, people puzzle me. If you grow up insulated in a little suburb, go to the same places to shop, listen to whatever is fed to you on the radio, save for consumables rather than experiences, is your life really fulfilling?
I'm in no position to think of kids at this point in time however when that day comes, i want to be able to tell my kids first hand experiences of what my eyes saw of Italy, of Africa; what Turadot sounded like in Europe as opposed to Australia; how fast cars drive on the Autobahn; how frustrating it is to get around China without knowing the language; how beautiful the vineyards of the South of France are; how ridiculous Coachella was.
Hating to come down to cliche quotes but the world is your oyster. Make it yours. Not Paspaley's.
And for the 'RIGHT NOW':
Fav food: cheesie toasties
Reading: music for the Fior Di Loto Festival
Wishlist: Burberry wellingtons
Current city: Sydney
Listening to: Jon Hopkins .. Inside album! Amazing!
Fav clothing item: socks. stripey socks. because Sydney weather is so fricken awful right now!
Next destination: Vietnam
Missing: hugs
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