I’m still thinking about the reactions I got last night at a networking event when I asked for folks who wanted to join in on an impromptu musical jam (There was a stage with sundry instruments ready to go–how could I resist?). Simple questions (“Do you play any musical instrument? Sing a little? Want to join us?”) were met with such revulsion, such instant “No Way”s and “You don’t want me to”s that you would have thought I was inviting them to commit a heinous crime.
Despite our amazing expansion of personal freedom and choices, I often wonder if the permission we give ourselves to experiment creatively has changed much in the past 100 years. Let me dip into the archive for a little 20th century inspiration still relevant today.
“This creative power should be kept alive in all people for all their lives. Why? Because it is life itself. It is the Spirit. In fact it is the only important thing about us. The rest of us is legs and stomach, materialistic cravings and fears.
How can we keep it alive? By using it, by letting it out, by giving some time to it. But if we are women we think it is more important to wipe noses and carry doilies than to write or two play the piano. And men spend their lives adding and subtracting and dictating letters when they secretly long to write sonnets and burst into tears at the sunset.
Important post Mr. Shames. There was a time when if you DIDN’T possess a demonstrative, creative ability ie singing, dancing, writing poetry, playing the piano; you were nothing more than the village idiot. Even lowly peasants were able to spin fantastic yarns.
Now it’s all about staring blankly into electronic screens, tuning all others out.
I appreciate these kinds of post because it’s one of the few times when I feel I am understood and not alone.
RUSH partially explains what happened to a generation of people so poetically in these song lyrics.