For your reading pleasure:
Italics = The emailer
Bold = My emphasis
Regular text = El Pookius Master-Of-Universias
Here is the email:
Obviously, there must be another Pook running around. I refer to myself in third person, give Pook magical powers, and grant myself the most arrogant titles such as 'Pookus Extroadinarius'. That doesn't seem down-to-earth to me, but let us move on...
Music truly is the perfect union of math and art. I have heard that the best programmers are also musicians. You never realize how important music is until it isn't there or done badly.
I can't imagine putting together a symphony. It is hard enough to write for one instrument, let alone all of them. Also, I know you just can't throw stuff in there. Everything has to be in tone with everything else. And the music has to have such a sense that it melts into motion.
My music education began (and ended) around a few instruments (trombone, euphonium, tuba which all have a very similiar element). I know so little about music that I definately plan to dive into it more one day. Musicians are like the chosen 'Pookish people'.
Anyway, so I attend University after HS all enthusiastic about learning how to compose in this natural style. In HS, I studied Mozart’s style thoroughly and I even had a copy of his simple thoroughbass method (It’s amazing, he simplifies things in a way so unique). But now I was in college and this was a sad year in my life. Not only did I receive so much criticism for majoring in music, my problems that I ignored only grew. I was still pretty anti-social and my urge to be with the ladies grew much stronger. This is when I discovered David Deangelo, Sosuave, and others. These problems were still bearable at the time, what was unbearable was the craft I put all my cards in during HS. Music.
Readers, picture a professor annoyed that his music student is studying Mozart and the classics from Pythagoras (A music student studying Mozart! How radical! Who else is he to study to learn music? A feminist?)
In my days in the university, I caught the professors' eye for trying to mimic the blank verse and any other form of verse (as well as the elizabethan sonnet and spenserian sonnet forms). They seemed 'annoyed' at what I was doing. I just shrugged and said, "How else am I supposed to learn?" I later learned that these professors weren't doers. Their job literally was the paralysis of analysis. They could write articles and papers about all these pointed hat theories on Shakespeare, but they couldn't write a single sonnet. This confused me. Isn't the best way to understand the great masters is to attempt to duplicate them?
I know with painting this used to be the way. Painters would take their canvas to the museum and try to paint alongside the masters. The teachings of painting techniques got passed from one generation to the next with each generation refining on the techniques of the past. For some reason, in the beginning of the twentieth century, this tradition got lost. Some blame the invention of the photograph. But this occurred with literature as well (music and theater are still mysteries to me).
I'm speechless. I can't add anything to what the musician has said.
I looked up John Cage's 4'33", and I'm shaking my head. I'd like to rip these 'BRILLIANT' thinkers (oh, so brilliant that who are we peasants to question?), but I'll save that for another post (and give the musician the spotlight he deserves).
So now I’m starting my third year of college but in the Engineering program. I have lots of hope for the future, but I believe engineering isn’t my passion. I have been reading a lot on financial stuff and real estate, and am striving to reach financial freedom in the future. I also continue to read your writings from sosuave and now your blog :) Sadly I am still struggling on the lady front even though I have made massive improvements on myself and am generally happier than I was a year ago. For example, a year ago I was 130 pounds, and now I am almost 150 and I play a lot of basketball.
The musician ends his email asking for my mentoring. I'm struck dumb because what else could I say that he hasn't?
He knows what his passion is in life (it isn't engineering so he wants to go back to music. I say: do it. Life is incredibly short. Spend it on what you love.)
He knows that he needs to work towards obtaining financial freedom (and he is in college! Most people don't get a hint of this until they are in their late thirties or forties! And many people don't get it at all).
And he knows about changing and altering his body.
What more could I say? He sounds like he's getting the Big Stuff correct. I'm posting his email here in hopes that an older professional musician would like to give him any pointers (heaven knows my ignorance on the music field).
The only thing I could say is focus on how audiences respond to your music (real audiences, not professors and academic no-nuts) and always improve that link it has with audiences. Hopefully, you'd want to get fabulously wealthy from your music, and the best way is to also study audience's reactions.
"But Pook!" someone might say, "how could he make money when everyone else is going the opposite way? How can you make money going against the current?"
In business, they call this a 'disruption strategy'. Consider all these people trying to please their professors and only end up having their lives producing rubbish. This musician will have little to no competition because everyone else will be making the same nonsense. You'll feel like a demigod because you will be walking through empty rooms in this talent vacuum.
As for women, they tend to have a soft spot for musicians (so I don't think his passion will end up interfering with the girls but, rather, attracting them). After 25, the tables turn and men increasingly obtain more options and leverage (whereas in high school, women seemed to have goddess like powers). This is what is so wonderful about being a man. Time is on our side. And we routinely marry younger women. Women have a shelf life- men don't.