Volume Seventeen: Renaissance Found
You know, I was running through my iPod the other day before I was going for my workout. It’s a normal routine of mine as I try to find the musical soundtrack for my physical exertions. As I skimmed through my carefully crafted playlists – Old School R&B, Hip-Hop, Rap, Gospel, Pop, and Rock, I saw all musical genres represented, with one notable exception: – Jazz. Where was the jazz? Any signs of jazz music on my iPod were noticeably absent. Why isn’t jazz part of my musical library? Why do I feel I have to “understand” jazz as compared to other musical genres?
The dearth of jazz on my iPod said more than anything I could say out of my mouth. It said that I was pretending. How could I claim to be a lover of music and not include music that required the highest of skill and the deepest of soul? It told me I was willing to hide this fact from the world, but I couldn’t hide it from myself. My iPod was speaking to me loud and clear. The truth was staring me in my face. I have over 2000 songs in my modest music library: Over 2000, and not one of them jazz.
Our culture is constantly “changing” or evolving. We shed our trends and fads with snake-like efficiency. Have we shed jazz? Jazz is the only truly American-invented art form. I can tell you Michael Jackson is the King of Pop, Elvis was just the King, and the subtle differences between Rap music and Hip-Hop. I can tell you that there were three Pointer Sisters and four in Sister Sledge. Hell, I even know what the letters in the Gap Band’s name stand for and the title song for Soul Train. And yet, over 2000 songs and not one of them jazz.
So, why the diatribe about jazz? I went to South Carolina this past Thanksgiving. My cousin, a jazz saxophonist, composer, and teacher in Philadelphia invited me to see him play. I. Was. Mesmerized. I found a connection to the music that I never thought I had before. The rhythm, the beat, the syncopation, and the love surrounded me in a cocoon of sound that I’d never heard in any club before. I saw my cousin, with whom I had just been chatting, lose himself and become one with his instrument. I swear I saw the notes flowing from his sax and hover around him in reverence of his ability to give them life.
I left that club in downtown Columbia, SC completely changed. Jazz changed me much like the birth of my children. I realized the power of that experience and wanted others to have it as well. The word wade has been defined as “to begin energetically”, or “to attack strongly”. Ironically that’s my cousin’s name, Wade, and that’s how he approaches his music. His energy is as infectious as the sound of his music. My words are insufficient in describing who he is as man and musician. I’m hoping the link below will do more to describe Wade Dean and his Enspiration. I found inspiration by watching him. Hopefully, you can too…
Ellis Dean
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G0zBWEAZCI
Documentary by Brittany Owens for Film Forum: Documentary http://www.myspace.com/wadedeanenspiration
Volume Fifteen: Flirtation and the Fallacy of Recognition
Hellllloooo good people! Yes, it’s been a while since I last posted. I’m gonna give you a moment to get over it…….We cool? Great. So, here we are on the precipice of a new year, a new decade, and I felt compelled to go back into the crates and dig up an old lesson of mine. If I told you when I wrote this piece originally, you would either call me a liar, or a waste of talent. Let’s just say, I wrote this BEFORE the proliferation of blogs to get your musings out there. I started writing a book on relationships (called Never Stop Learning – dunno if I still like that) directed at men for them to get their heads out of their @$$ and learn how to properly approach and date a woman. So, what I have decided to do is to release edited excerpts of my writings for your consumption. Eventually, I may compile it with some of my recent posts and publish the book; but, that is a work for a later period. Until then, sit back, relax, open your mind, enjoy – and remember, Never Stop Learning!
Introduction/Forward
My purpose for writing this book can be summed up in one word: exhaustion. I am totally exhausted of watching and hearing unbelievable tales of how my brothers are making fools of themselves. And, while I made excuses for their actions – calling it persistence, or game, or (God forbid) love – they continued to make fools of themselves. So, as I have continued to hear and see more extraordinary cases of persistence, game, and/or love, I came to the startling realization that the cause of the many failures and/or ridicule of many men is due, in a large part, to a lack of knowledge about the subtleties of the opposite sex.
This ignorance about women has come from a variety of factors – the most contributing factor being a lack of simple common sense. Note: From this point forward, I will refer to common sense as good sense, because if it were common, I would not have felt compelled to write this book. Good sense is the sense that controls our day-to-day activities. It keeps us out of trouble. And, it teaches us how to evaluate life situations. Therefore, it should be that same good sense that helps us in the affairs of the heart or groin.
Flirtation and the Fallacy of Recognition
In writing a book about dating, one would not think I would have to begin with flirtation or how to recognize flirtation; but, believe me, I do. Far too often, the demise of a potential relationship starts with the misinterpretation of flirtation. This “fallacy of recognition”, as I call it, happens because of two reasons:
1) The receiver/male misreads the subtle, passive flirtation as an invitation/opportunity to advance (Part One), or
2) The receiver/male doesn’t receive the flirtation being sent by the female, and a potential relationship is never realized (Part Two).
The main problem many men have with flirtation is realizing that not all flirtation is an invitation to advance. Understanding women tells us that, a number of times, they may flirt with you only to make themselves feel better. They will dress up, go out, and flirt with men all night having the sole purpose of making themselves feel more desirable to the opposite sex – namely you. They will do this without intentions of giving their number out, meeting anyone, or remorse for the person or persons they affect. For them, subtle/passive flirtation is a game played with their friends, or something to pass the time. Why they do this is still a mystery to men so we must focus on how to quickly identify and react to this type of flirtation. Look at it like this: Just as the dimensions of a basketball goal will not change, neither will women. So, just as you would adjust your shot if you keep missing, you must adjust your recognition.
Flirtation, at its simplest level, is basic communication. A message is sent, and a message is received. The problem comes in when the wrong message is received. Part one of the fallacy of recognition – misinterpretation of flirtation as an opportunity to advance – has thousands of possible scenarios to be scrutinized. Time and space will not allow us to explore each possibility, however. So, in order to correct this part of the fallacy, here are a few helpful hints to keep in mind while you’re out “playing the field.”
1) Never over-estimate your power of attraction.
2) Always ask yourself why someone is flirting with you.
3) Analyze each situation separately and carefully.
4) Develop methods that will help you determine the genuineness of flirtation.
5) Be very careful. Remember, it’s better to be slow at receiving than wrong.
There you have it. Part two will be following shortly, but take the time to digest part one. Understand that every relationship has a beginning. My unfinished book and this post is designed to assist in the starting of healthy relationships. Ladies, if a man was better at flirting, wouldn’t that make you feel better about starting a relationship with him? Fellas, if you were better at recognizing how women flirt, wouldn’t that make your life easier? I mean, unless you like getting shot down and ridiculed? Ladies, I will write a follow-up for you. I have some words for you regarding some of the aforementioned statements. Don’t think you’re off the hook. However, until then…
That’s just my three cents….
sill-E
“Peep my ver-na-cular cuz I don’t know how to act…”
Volume Twenty: 20-Something = 20-Stupid
So, I’m having a conversation with Michelle the other morning. During the convo, I mentioned a humorous tweet (yes, I’m on Twitter – @sillethoughts) I saw about MTV’s uber-popular ”reality” show, Jersey Shore. Paraphrasing the tweet, it suggested that Italian-Americans should now be able to empathize with African-Americans, because that’s how we look on BET. They, the brilliant producers at MTV and their clever editing, created caricatures of how Italian-Americans are. Honestly, I did believe that’s how they were – especially in Jersey. Yes me, the champion of anti-discrimination, anti-stereotyping, and anti-prejudices had committed the ultimate sin of lumping Italian-Americans into an all-inclusive category. Nevertheless, my ah-ha moment came from Michelle (@thesweetglaze on Twitter). She suggested that the antics on that show was no more an Italian-American issue than the buffoonery on College Hill was an African-American issue. She suggested it was a 20’s issue. That, when you put 20-something-year-olds in a fat @$$ house and turn on the cameras; idiotic behavior is the predictable outcome.
Nowwwww I Get It…
We all have flashback moments from time to time. I had one at that moment. During my flashback, I even projected myself into the same situation when I was 22…..23…..24 (excuse me, I just threw up in my mouth). Conclusion: I would have behaved in a manner very similar to those people on Jersey Shore, or College Hill, or The Real World, or whatever “reality” show you think of where they put 20-somethings in a house, give them money, alcohol, and an unlimited Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card. In short, I would have been a caricature of myself too; for, despite my best efforts, when I was 20-something, I was 20-stupid.
Don’t get me wrong, even when I was in my 20’s and watching programs like those, I used to stand on my soapbox of morality and berate the participants for their frightening frivolity. However, upon closer inspection, how different was my life during that time than what is depicted on the shows? I’ll ask the question to you. How different was your life during that time? Please remember that some (or most) of you I have known for some time, so please don’t start lying to me or yourself. If you need some help, here’s a quick checklist of some of the disturbing aspects of those shows versus our lives – specifically my life - at the same time.
1) Indiscriminate overconsumption of alcohol - Ummm, YES! Me and my boys had a group called Da Liks (urban vernacular for The Alcoholics). Then, a few of Da Liks connected with some women to form BIGAA (which stood for Big @$$ Alcoholics). BIGAA had one criteria for membership: You had to drink ten (10!) drinks your first night out with us. We would have T&D (toothpaste and draws, aka underwear) parties because we knew that we would all end up passing out at the house where the party was that night. It was incredibly fun at the time. Incredibly fun, and incredibly stupid. During that time drinking was an activity. Any random night of the week I could have this convo: Caller, “What you doing tonight, man?” Me, “Drinking.” Caller, “I’m on my way.” I think I made my point.
2) Indiscriminate sexual promiscuity – I’m just gonna plead the fifth on this one. Let’s just suffice it to say that my behaviors could have allegedly been classified as something vaguely resembling indiscriminate sexual promiscuity. Just take the time to reflect on your behaviors. This is not about me! LOL! Again, I choose to plead the fifth on this one.
3) Exaggeration of cultural stereotypes – This is a difficult one to assess – especially when you’re asked to assess yourself. However, objective self-reflection will show that we were trying to live our lives as if we were in a bad Black movie or rap video. When we would venture out, we would project images of being “hard” or “smooth” or “players” or “hustlers”, when we were really smart kids from various suburbs around the country working hard to break the very stereotypes we were portraying. Oxymoronic? Yes, but very true. Very few 20-somethings really know who they are or are secure enough to be genuine. We try on varying personas until some of us mature to the point that we decide we’re comfortable with who we are and decide to be that.
4) Violent overreactions to perceived “disrespect” - Between the weekly “altercations” at frat meetings, the never-ending tension with the Kappas, or random intramural conflicts; I’m surprised I didn’t fight more than I did in my 20’s. I was conflict avoidant (most days) and found myself in fights more than I wanted to. Each fight was sparked by someone overreacting to an insignificant slight, and no one being mature enough to apologize or back down. As in the shows, alcohol may or may not be involved; however, stupidity was ALWAYS present. Parenthetically, I do love watching the fights. We all seem to get some voyeuristic pleasure by watching people fight. I don’t know why that is, but ratings go up when the fights go down.
Conclusion
So what have we learned? We have learned to not look down our noses perched from our high horses of judgement; for we have indulged in behaviors similar to those on the shows. Now, are the “reality stars” more histrionic than the typical 20-somethings? Maybe. Who’s to say? Any actor will tell you that when you’re on a stage, you have to exaggerate your movements to be identified. This could just be the same thing. Telling them they are special by being selected for the show (and being treated as VIP’s during and after) may cause them to “up the ante” to prove they were worthy of such distinction. Even at 30-something today, if you drop me in L.A., New Orléans, Vegas, or South Beach with a little change in my pocket, I may revert back to some of my more sophomoric antics. With that being said, I realized that I’m not that much different from the people on those shows. To get to my 30’s, I had to go through the emotional volatility of my 20’s. And while, 20-something may equal 20-stupid; it damn sure was 20-fun.
That’s just my three cents….
sill-E
“Peep my ver-na-cular cuz I don’t know how to act…”