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#77 For Free, by Brent Robison

Posted: March 6th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Life | 4 Comments »

Joni Mitchell

Driving to work, I heard the old Joni Mitchell song, “For Free,” in which she compares herself to a street musician:

I slept last night in a good hotel / I went shopping today for jewels / The wind rushed around in the dirty town / And the children let out from the schools / I was standing on a noisy corner / Waiting for the walking green / Across the street he stood / And he played real good / On his clarinet, for free

Now me I play for fortunes / And those velvet curtain calls / I’ve got a black limousine / And two gentlemen / Escorting me to the halls / And I play if you have the money / Or if you’re a friend to me / But the one man band / By the quick lunch stand / He was playing real good, for free

Nobody stopped to hear him / Though he played so sweet and high / They knew he had never / Been on their TV / So they passed his music by / I meant to go over and ask for a song / Maybe put on a harmony… / I heard his refrain / As the signal changed / He was playing real good, for free

It reminded me of the street musicians I always encounter on my annual Mardi Gras trip to New Orleans — some very talented, some not so much, all nobodies struggling for a buck.

Or not. Because it also reminded me of the experiment conducted by the Washington Post in January 2007, in which world-acclaimed virtuoso violinist Joshua Bell, incognito, played masterpieces on a Stradivarius for 45 minutes in a Washington metro station during the morning commute. Of 1,097 passersby, only 7 stopped to listen at length. Most ignored him entirely. Donations totalled $32, although on the previous night Bell had played a concert where seats sold for $100.

I’m not commenting on the rat race or cultural ignorance or mercenary urges, nor am I pondering the meaning of context, “art without a frame,” etc. Instead, I’m thinking about the role each of us plays in the drama of life… how we were chosen for the part, how well we perform despite the payback or lack thereof, how graciously we accept the role we’ve been given.

In my view, fame and fortune are not earned. Neither intensity of labor nor quality of work has a cause-effect relationship to worldly rewards. Some folks have been selected to be stars; others have not. The universe has birthed everything we see to be exactly as it is. Nothing can be otherwise. If a droplet in the ocean were sentient, it might easily convince itself that it is a powerful free agent whose own decisions make it go this way and that, up and down, here and there, without ever being aware of the ocean’s vast currents at work underneath its every move (when it is one and the same with the ocean?). While human free will itself may not be an illusion, its consequences are. When someone lifts himself by his own bootstraps, it’s because he’s playing the “Bootstrap Guy” in the script. He deserves praise for his sweat, but that does not mean it actually caused his success.

“He was playing real good, for free…” Joni saw that she and the street clarinetist were equals, just performing on different stages, and being rewarded differently. The unfortunate fact is that too many people didn’t listen because “They knew he had never / Been on their TV.” If Joshua Bell had been a more familiar face from pop culture, more people would have paid attention. To them, fame equals value… consensus is more important than personal perception… nothing not already known is worth knowing.

In the literary arena, there are blockbuster author-celebrities, hardworking genre craftspeople, fringe-dwelling creatives, and an ever-growing mob of scrambling self-published storytellers and poets with skills from the ridiculous to the sublime. I’m among that latter group. Apparently my role is not to be a big-selling author but to be an independent artist, and my responsibility is stay true to myself, do the best work I can, and let go of the results.

It’s not always easy to duck the missiles of “fame equals value.” Invisibility hurts; not so much when it’s “me” who’s invisible, but rather when it’s my work — work that I know is good — that’s ignored. Ignored because I have no “platform” — that is, fame. One of the ever-more-prominent protocols in self-publishing is to give away one’s work in e-book format as a way to jump-start a following. In other words, to be that street-corner clarinetist, playing real good, for free. I’ve had very mixed feelings about that.

This discussion intersects with the always lucid thoughts of Mark Barrett on His March 1 post called “Doctorow, Anderson and Godin, Oh My” shines an Emperor’s New Clothes light on the “free content” movement. I’m with Barrett: I don’t want to be part of the trend toward celebrity as a measure of value. I say let celebrities play their celebrity roles; I’ll play my writer role, thank you very much. However it works out, that’s how it works out.

Eckhart Tolle tells me to ask myself, “Can I be the space for this?” Part of what that means to me is, to follow Byron Katie’s presciption, “loving what is.” Opening my arms to welcome the actual… breathing… knowing that in this moment, all is well… not resisting my emotions, my intuitions, the whispers of truth from the world. These positions all of us hold in the heirarchy of this dreamscape, these roles we are playing in the drama, they are exactly the right roles. For free or not, let’s play them the best we can.

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4 Comments on “#77 For Free, by Brent Robison”

  1. 1 Mariam said at 10:03 pm on October 13th, 2015:

    Haha yes I love saying maybe, but I hate it when othres say it tehe. Maybe is a great way to leave the option still open but not mandatory. Its true you cannot please everyone, so if you get offered to do something, and you say maybe, and later get offer to do a better something you can cancel on the other one! Maybe is a great tool. Also College waitlists are a type of maybes just for a thought, colleges are turning more and more to their waitlists as students nowadays are applying to at least 5 schools.Till then,Jean

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