I’ve been called many things
[some of them nice, some not so much]
but the term I keep hearing is renaissance man which, according to dictionary.com means:
1. a cultured man of the Renaissance who was knowledgeable, educated, or proficient in a wide range of fields.
2. (sometimes lowercase) a present-day man who has acquired profound knowledge or proficiency in more than one field.
Seeing as how I can’t claim Leonardo Da Vinci or Michelangelo among my contemporaries, I guess I must be number 2
[hehehehe… he said number 2…]
I don’t know that my knowledge or proficiency in any field is profound
[that’d be up to others to judge]
I generally think of myself as still being like I was when I was young: just plain interested in everything that catches my interest. Which is generally good enough for me, and gets me to this body of artistic and professional work that I love so much.
Then I hear something like I heard last night.
Apparently, I was almost passed over for a solo show because
I need someone acoustic, he just does electric
Did this not happen?
It bugged me. It really did. Then I realized, I have the exact same reaction when people say they’re looking for a band but didn’t consider me. Even though this happens:
I can’t blame people – it can be tough for me to keep track of all the things I get up to.
And, of course, we live in a passive ‘push’ world, where everyone who wants to share anything has to compete against information overload. In this push world, I can build my audience here, and over at Facebook and only reach less than 10% of that audience per post.
And, unlike the world the internet talking heads rhapsodize, very few people share things onward
[those that do are a rare, and generous, gift]
So I have to repeat myself.
As someone who gets really twitchy about too much self-promotion, it’s exhausting to keep folk aware of what’s going on; constantly running the self-perceived risk of boring people with repetition.
I’ve been going through that this week with the release of Writers Flow – Music For Writing. The umpteenth post in the umpteenth direction and I feel like someone’s out there just grinding their teeth
Sheesh! Can’t Tuckwood just give it a rest with all his self-promotion?!!
But the truth is, I can’t, because I haven’t even mentioned:
- Family Rules
- Karaoke Criminals
- Do Sparrows Eat Butterflies?
- Garbled Glittering Glamours
- Writers Unblocked
- We Are Story
- View Beyond LLC
and a shit-load of other stuff. If I don’t mention them, no-one else will. If I’m not in your face, telling you about my stuff NO ONE ELSE IS.
Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to do one thing, to sit in one pigeon-hole – wouldn’t it be easier to just have to sell yourself as
the best [fill in the blank] in the world
then I really think about what that would feel like, the constraints, the constriction. I’ll take my exhaustion over that sensation any day.
Though, this morning, I wish there was some easy way to point out all the pigeon-holes I sit in at once.
I wish there was a Zagat’s guide for Vince.
I really do.