After all, it was being Black that my critics cited as the reason I shouldn’t play the type of music I was playing on the guitar. Only white people were supposed to distort their sound and play with aggression.
But remember, this is about personal choice.
I could have taken the easy way out and spent the rest of my life complaining about the unfairness of it all. As we approach the 4th of July, and I keep hearing concepts of freedom, I thought I’d share one that’s worked for me and might be useful to you.
You see, I didn’t just pursue my passion in spite of my detractors, I addressed what was being said.
“Carbonated” was an album conceived, written and performed as a musical middle finger not to the people who were criticizing me, BUT TO THE SPECIFIC CRITICISMS.
In that choice I felt a certain freedom because it wasn’t to prove anything to anybody’s narrow belief system.
Instead, the point was to BE THE DISPROOF of a narrow belief system that was attempting to make its point through me.
Did my actions change the world? Obviously not.
But they didn’t need to. All they had to do was simply create an outlet that allowed the ignorance of others, not consume and destroy mine.
Whether you take a similar tack to mine or find your own way, here’s hoping that if you’re facing adversity, you can find your own freedom from obsessing over someone else’s ignorance.