Image via WikipediaWhat Happened To You, Man?
What happened to you, man? You used to be cool.
I love this quote, it works so effectively on stage and on screen. It's old enough that I have no idea where it came from, maybe you can tell me?
I knew a woman who apparently did lots of cool things in the past, but none since I met her. When she was an idealistic arts student she did something with Burmese refugees on the Thai border, I could never quite work out what she did, but she did something. I was pretty impressed. I've since worked out that spoiled rich kids have always travelled to where the drugs are cheap and there is no social disgrace. This woman had a huge range of such interesting stories, but nothing seemed to happen now. It just took me time to see that she was never cool, she just wrote a cool past.
I knew a dub reggae drummer who gave up playing for his family. His wife, four kids and others got the best of him, he played for fun and satisfaction on weekends. Some might say he'd lost his cool but when I saw his kids kiss him in public, how safe his family felt because he was there I knew he was always cool, drumming in bands or not.
Cool isn't dependant on environment, fashion, social pressure, cool is internal and real. It can't be found or lost. I'll always love the words,"what happened to you, man?", but I know that what really changes is my perception.
Parkstreet.
What happened to you, man? You used to be cool.
I love this quote, it works so effectively on stage and on screen. It's old enough that I have no idea where it came from, maybe you can tell me?
As much as I love it I believe it is rarely true. Generally the discovery that someone is uncool is due to me opening my eyes to the truth, not a sudden change in that truth.
I knew a woman who apparently did lots of cool things in the past, but none since I met her. When she was an idealistic arts student she did something with Burmese refugees on the Thai border, I could never quite work out what she did, but she did something. I was pretty impressed. I've since worked out that spoiled rich kids have always travelled to where the drugs are cheap and there is no social disgrace. This woman had a huge range of such interesting stories, but nothing seemed to happen now. It just took me time to see that she was never cool, she just wrote a cool past.
I knew a dub reggae drummer who gave up playing for his family. His wife, four kids and others got the best of him, he played for fun and satisfaction on weekends. Some might say he'd lost his cool but when I saw his kids kiss him in public, how safe his family felt because he was there I knew he was always cool, drumming in bands or not.
Cool isn't dependant on environment, fashion, social pressure, cool is internal and real. It can't be found or lost. I'll always love the words,"what happened to you, man?", but I know that what really changes is my perception.
Parkstreet.
No comments:
Post a Comment