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Wordy Wednesday: Success to You

Amanda Palmer and I are around the same age, okay so I’m a FEW years older than she is… Not my point. She wrote this blog post about what she thought success was when she was 11. Like so many things that she has written over the years it made me think about what I thought success was when I was 11.

Art wasn’t even on my radar.

I was a geeky kid, my nose stuck in books, a pen in hand and did well in school. I’ll be honest with you, I thought I’d be a scientist working in some lab doing research of some important nature. This idea made my parents very happy. My only goal was to not live in DownEast Maine. In my 11 year old head scientists lived in Boston or New York, or some big distant city. Also, in my head I never worried about money, somehow I thought scientists made lots of money.

I remember in high school my friend asked me, “What do you want to do when you get old, you know study in college, and do for the rest of your life?” I remember that the phrase “the rest of your life” struck fear in my mind and I drew a blank. I realized that though I loved science, I really didn’t want to do it for the REST OF MY LIFE.* I blurted out “art” because it was truly the only thing that through the course of my life I’d been good at and enjoyed. I could see myself doing art everyday and not getting bored. After hastily blurting out art, I added “or write, I like writing.” Even then my only goal was really to go away to college and get out of DownEast Maine.

At that point in my life that’s all I wanted and felt I needed to be successful.

So I went away to college got my degree and… Returned to teach.

When I look back that was probably the most unsuccessful I’ve ever felt in my life. I returned to the place I’d worked so hard to leave, for a job. After that I told myself I’d never go someplace I hated for a job. So over the years I’ve worked a variety of jobs that have little to do with what I deem I need to do to be successful in what I ultimately really want to do with my life- art. I’ve pursued them for health insurance, rent, and an assortment of other things. In some cases I’ve taken jobs to make ends meet and cover expenses that art just doesn’t, yet.

So I’ve set myself a new goal, to not have a DayJob after the next year passes. I want to make ends meet through art. I know it will be hard but I think that if I “put my weight into it” I can make it happen.

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Amanda F’in Palmer

those of you who know me know I like Amanda Fucking Palmer. In fact I follow her on twitter, read her blog and yes listen to her music. She is crass, a brilliant musician and a lot of fun. Hence the reason I follow her. Would I attend one of her flash parties? Not likely, you wouldn't catch me dead surrounded by that many hipsters. Would I buy her used glass dildo? (oh great the spam bots will find me) Nah. Do I support  her right and insanely brilliant way of marketing and merchandising herself? Do I LOVE the way she leverages social media tools in an effort to make a living as an artist? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Why do I love these things about Amanda Fucking Palmer? Because she put it all out there. She says with confidence what I want to say: I'm an artist and if you like my work you WILL support me. I'll give you some stuff for free but for christ's sake help me out. I enrich your lives, throw me a bone. She puts the tip jar, hat and ukulele case on the curb in your face and is WAITING for you to stuff dollar bills in her panties after a great show. She does a lot without the help of the record labels. I'm willing to bet that  the labels would frown upon some of the shit she does, but she's selling her music. (I paid and downloaded it off Amazon, but would download her next CD off her website if offered.)

And for that more than anything else I love her. 

Read her blog post here.