art, business, creative, creative process, creativity, music, technology, time, writer, writing

Beautiful: What We Can Learn About Time from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines, Black Sabbath, and Angry Birds

robin_thicke_blurred_lines_album_cover_ARIA_120613_640x360Singer Robin Thicke has something to celebrate. After 10 years in the business, the 36-year old has his first #1 album with Blurred Lines. His first album never got out of the triple digits. Think Thicke has grit to stick with it for all these years? The band Black Sabbath recorded music for 46 years before their album, 13, hit #1 in June. The crackerjack team over at Rovio Entertainment created the wildly popular app, Angry Birds, after creating 51 other apps.

Age has nothing to do with it
Hollywood, Broadway, Silicon Valley, and American Idol have created a culture obsessed with youth. The wild rise of Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, and other tech moguls in their 20s has caused a dangerous and unfortunate fixation on youth among the venture and investor community. Many VCs and investors refuse to even hear the startup pitches of any founders older than 30. We bemoan getting older and so we nip, tuck, pluck, lie about our age, and workout to the point of breaking our bodies, never happy with how we look or where we are along life’s path. Robin Thicke is 36. Ozzy Osbourne is 64. Peter Vesterbacka, one of the Angry Birds creators, is 44. If you think you have to be at the top of your field before you see your first wrinkle or gray hair, think again.

Success takes time and talent
When we aren’t as successful as we’d like to be at something right off the bat, we often throw in the towel. Too often and too soon, we sulk back to our homes, hide under our beds, and hope for brighter days ahead. Sometimes we resign ourselves to the idea that time has passed us by. Don’t do that. Figure out what worked, what didn’t work, and try again with this knowledge in-hand.

If your work isn’t its own reward, then find other work
Success is a personal and daily process. Even if I never receive any kind of critical acclaim as a writer, I’ll never think of the time I spend writing as a waste and I’ll never stop writing. The act of writing, putting my story out there and knowing that it helps others, is all the reward I ever need from it. Certainly critical success on a large scale would be lovely, but I don’t sit down every day and write with that as a goal. I’m trying to tell a story as honestly and as clearly as possible. If you’re working only for external rewards, you are wasting your time and setting yourself up for enormous disappointment.

If you found work you love, stick with it. If you get up every day, excited to create something, then keep creating. If your work fills your heart as it grows your portfolio, then you’re on the right track.

California, music

Beautiful: California, Joni Mitchell-Style

Since I started imagining a summer by the sea, Joni Mitchell‘s  song, California, has been running through my mind. “California, will you take me as I am?” I sure hope so…

This is a BBC video of Joni singing her hit song, California, live in 1970. The lyrics are just below the video window.

California
Sitting in a park in Paris France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn’t want to stay here
It’s too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh but California

California I’m coming home
I’m going to see the folks I dig
I’ll even kiss a Sunset pig
California I’m coming home

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue the red red rogue
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you California

Oh California I’m coming home
Oh make me feel good rock ‘n’ roll band
I’m your biggest fan
California I’m coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you’re walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues
Just gives you the blues
So I bought me a ticket
I caught a plane to Spain
Went to a party down a red dirt road
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone reading Vogue
They said “How long can you hang around?”
I said a week maybe two
Just until my skin turns brown
Then I’m going home to California

California I’m coming home
Oh will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man
California I’m coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you’re walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as I am?
Will you take me as I am?
Will you?

art, beauty, music, New York City, nonprofit

Beautiful: Phineas Contributes to SingforHope.org

Phin with his neighborhood Singforhope.org piano.
Phin with his neighborhood Singforhope.org piano.

Just around the bend from our apartment, there’s a beautifully decorated piano – in Central Park. Phineas tried his paw at plunking out a few notes. Ultimately he felt he could better serve the cause by doing his best modelesque “look-away” pose in front of it. He’s really more of a vocalist than a piano player anyway – he has the most emotional, heartbreaking howl I’ve ever heard. (Seriously!)

So what’s a piano doing in Central Park? It’s out there in the open for anyone to play, courtesy of SingforHope.org – a nonprofit whose pianos-turned-public-art are eventually donated to under-served local schools, healthcare facilities, and community organizations, where Sing for Hope artists continue to bring the pianos to life year-round through classes, performances, and workshops. There are 88 pianos, all decorated by artists, scattered throughout the 5 boroughs. Check out this map to find one near you.

Phin’s piano was designed by Paolo Pecchi and it explores the dichotomy of our city – sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, and sometimes strong. That is the amazing thing about art in any form – it can hold opposites, placing them side by side to show us how complex and rich life can be. Art shows us what we’re made of.

Christmas, holiday, Muppet, music

Happy Holidays from Christa, Phineas, and Rowlf the Dog

 

Phineas and I are sending you buckets of happiness, health, and laughter for the start of a joyful 2012. Enjoy every minute of it!

(And for good measure, I’m also including a link to my favorite Christmas song of all time – Rowlf the Dog and John Denver singing a duet of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.)

Click to play this Smilebox greeting
art, music

Beginning: We’ve All Got Music

by Rob Walker

“I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me – like food or water.”  ~ Ray Charles

I saw this photograph in a recent article in the New York Times Magazine. I think about it every morning as I walk to my office building, joining in the foot traffic that’s winding its way down to the financial district. Most people are in suits, but I have to believe underneath that gray / navy blue exterior, there’s a musician just dying to break out from its cloistered existence. We’ve all got a little Ray Charles.

For some it may actually be a passion for music, but really the instruments in this photo represent all creative acts to me – be they writing, painting, making pottery, styling hair, interior design, or teaching. I have always believed that we are all inherently creative. This photo is the visual depiction of that belief and it makes me grin from ear to ear.

What’s your art and how are you practicing it?

commitment, dreams, inspiration, music, television

Beginning: Decide to Marry the Night

Lady Gaga performing "Marry the Night" on A Very Gaga Thanksgiving

“What you can do, or dream you can do, begin it! / Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” ~ Goethe

Late on Thanksgiving night everyone had gone home and my parents were fast asleep. Phineas was cuddled up next to me snoozing, and I was pecking away on my laptop to draft a freelance writing piece. When I write, I usually have music or the TV on in the background. I flipped through the channels and saw that A Very Gaga Thanksgiving, Lady Gaga’s Thanksgiving special, was on. “Perfect,” I thought. “I love her empowering music and I won’t get distracted by a complicated storyline.”

So much for that idea.

I found Lady Gaga’s story incredibly compelling – her sense of family, the incredibly personal and unique inspirations behind each of her songs, and how she views real wealth. And there was one message in her interview at the end of the show that really stuck with me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Her song “Marry the Night”, her favorite song on her new album Born This Way, is about the decision she made a few years ago to fully commit to her work. Lady Gaga decided she was “going to tear it up”, make her work her husband, and never look back. “Marry the Night” is the musical manifestation of that promise to her herself.

Inspiration will find us in the most surprising ways – a unintended conversation, an chance meeting, a Lady Gaga TV special. Eventually, we will find that we can’t fight our purpose forever. During my vacation last week, the signs of a new life taking shape were abundant and abundantly clear. There was no mistaking them.

I need to commit to the work of my life – my teaching through Compass Yoga and to my writing. On Thanksgiving night, a switch flipped. The fear of this leap didn’t disappear, but it somehow became inconsequential. It now feels like there is a greater force moving me forward, a gentle hand at my back, as if the night may have chosen to marry me and I must go along.

Thanks, Lady Gaga. I needed the push.

music, television

Beginning: Why I’m in Love with NBC’s New Show, The Voice

I was tweeting up a storm last night watching NBC’s new show The Voice. In the past I’ve not been a fan of many reality TV shows – they always seem to highlight personality traits that I feel like we should be working on banishing, not praising. The Voice is truly exceptional in concept and the hefty amount of inspiration it leverages. Here’s what I found so refreshing about the show:

Coaching, not judging

The 4 coaches, Adam Levine, Cee Lo Green, Christina Aguilera, and Blake Shelton, are exactly that. They are there to impart their wisdom and experience to their chosen teammates. It’s mentoring at its best.

It’s not about looks
The coaches are choosing their teams solely based on vocal ability, not looks or stage performance. They are looking for raw, true talent and not pretty faces. Finally, we’re getting back to what matters most in music: the music.

The back stories are incredible

There is a real human element to these contestants. They are singing their hearts out and I love that their stories are given to us before we ever see them step out on stage. Some of them actually made me tear up, and with the context of their personal history, their music is that much more meaningful.

Humor

I loved watching the coaches duke it out for their team members of choice. And all the while they keep their senses of humor alive and well, which only bolstered their heartfelt comments. “Serious, but fun” lives up to the show’s promise to viewers.

Carson Daly

I love that he’s backstage with the contestants and their loved ones. He’s a gentleman, supportive to all (whether they get a coach of not), and collecting those beautiful histories of the contestants to share with us. He’s perfect.

Apple’s in on it
The opening number of Crazy done by the 4 coaches is not to be missed. Immediately I went to iTunes and saw that The Voice was the opening page of the iTunes store and that I could purchase all of the singles from the contestants, as well as see specialized play lists created by the coaches. Brilliant and a surprising delight.

American Idol, you’ve been trumped. This show is going to change the game in reality TV. Well done, NBC. Already looking forward to next week!

art, health, healthcare, music

Beginning: The Music Stays With Us to Our Last Days

From http://www.rockandtheology.com
On Saturday morning, I started a busy week of yoga teaching at New York Methodist Hospital. I went to the Geriatric Psychology Unit. Because it is an acute care facility, I always have a different group of patients whom I work with in a small group class. Their cognitive and physical abilities vary widely. This weekend I met a woman, Ruth, who spoke very little and though she could hear me speaking, my questions didn’t register in her mind. Their illnesses are both fascinating and heart breaking to witness. My mind can’t help but go to the thought that some day I and / or the people I know and love may find ourselves in this same situation of loss as the years tick by.

There was a piano in the room where I was teaching the class. Ruth slowly shuffled to it and played a church hymn that she probably learned as a young child. Her shaking that was prevalent throughout the yoga class completely stopped. Color came back to her cheeks and for a moment she seemed aware again as she played the hymn. I was astonished and asked Caroline, the recreational therapist, why Ruth could play the song perfectly but not answer the question, “how are you?” Caroline had a very simple answer, “Music is the very last thing to go from the mind. Cognitive abilities, math skills, and speech can be completely gone but music sticks with us until our very last days.” I had no idea.

I’m certain that there is a very sound, neurological reason for this. Perhaps musical ability is stored in an area of the brain that is not affected by the loss of cognitive ability from aging. The writer and philosopher in me finds this notion to retaining music as a beautiful, powerful justification for making creativity and the arts a very necessary part of our lives at every age. When everything else falls away, and I mean everything, we can take comfort that music will become our final voice to the world.

art, music, simplicity

Beginning: My Night With Sting & the Beauty of Straightforward Art

Last Friday afternoon my office offered a few sets of tickets to Sting’s company-sponsored concert at the Prudential Center in Newark, NJ, and I was lucky enough to get to go. I’ve never seen Sting in concert and he’s one of my favorite artists. His consistency and relentless focus on just the music has stood the test of time. His rendition of Fields of Gold is one of my favorite songs of all time.

At 59, he sounds better in person than he does on any of his stellar recordings. He defines the archetype of the classy performer. He was in black, every day clothes, as was his small band consisting of a drummer, guitar player, keyboard player, and backup singer who have been with him forever. The lighting enhanced the show, but wasn’t the show. Black stage and backdrop. The evening was about the music and nothing more.

In an age of Gaga gimmicks, Perry costumes, and tabloid controversy, it was so refreshing to experience an artist up there on stage, offering exactly what he’s been offering for decades. Nothing more and nothing less. He didn’t need any grand entrances, elaborate special effects, or attention-getting stunts. A guy and his band, endlessly talented and greatly appreciated by people who have loved him and his music for years. It was a perfect evening. Just goes to show that the best plan for success, particularly in art, is quality – pure and simple.

I snapped the photo above during the concert.

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dreams, music

Beginning: Save Some Time To Dream

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“Save some time to dream ’cause your dream could save us all.” ~ John Mellencamp

I was watching the David Letterman show last week and John Mellencamp was a guest on the show. He sang the song Save Some Time to Dream from his most recent album No Better Than This. His performance alone was powerful – if you’ve never seen him perform I highly recommend it. He’s a performer who puts his whole heart out there all the time. He lives his life with wild abandon, which is to say he is someone who truly embraces and basks in freedom. Couple a performance like his with the words of this song and there’s no way you’re not acting on the urge to run out into the world and live it up.

Our obligations, or perceived obligations, can sometimes get the best of us. We can feel selfish for dreaming, and even more selfish for acting on our dreams, especially when our dreams require disappointing others so we can be true to ourselves. John Mellencamp turns that idea on its head. The world needs you, me, and every dream we can muster. Keeping the best of ourselves hidden behind a veil doesn’t serve anyone, and actually can really generate harm. Your dream, the one you’ve got right now germinating in your mind’s eye, could really save us all.

We owe it to ourselves and everyone else to dream, and then act on that dream. In the process of changing our own lives, we’re going to change the lives of others, too.

My dream right now is to try anything new that catches my eye. If I can do that, then I’m living my dream. So tell me, what is your greatest dream, right now, at this very moment?

Full lyrics of Save Some Time to Dream
Save some time to dream
Save some time for yourself
Don’t let your time slip away
Or be stolen by somebody else

Save some time for those you love
For they’ll remember what you gave
Save some time for the songs you sing
And the music that you’ve made

Could it be that this is all there is?
Could it be there’s nothing more at all?
Save some time to dream
‘Cause your dream could save us all

Save some time for sorrow
‘Cause it will surely come your way
Prepare yourself for failure
It will give you strength some day

Try to keep your mind open
And accept your mistakes
Save some time for living
And always question your faith

Could it be that this is all there is?
Could it be there’s nothing more at all?
Save some time to dream
‘Cause your dream might save us all

Cast your eyes up to heaven
Oh what does that mean to you
Try not to be too judgmental
So others will not judge you

Save some time to think
Oh before you speak your mind
Many will not understand
And to them you must to be kind

Could it be that this is all there is?
Could it be there’s nothing more at all?
Save some time to dream
‘Cause your dream might save us all

Oh yeah
Your dream might save us all

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