Even your myopic views on un-analysed situations sound like they have been well and truly, thoroughly, thoughtfully considered.
An artist; you want to be.
An artist; you can be.
When the rest of the world has temporarily retired and ceased to wonder, an inspirational, idyllic force shoots scores of ideological stars through your sweet, visionary, Promethean mind.
When people settle for the "normal way" of living: your beautifully unique, original self sees these processed, routine methods -everyone else sees as meaningful in order to proceed to fulfillment in life- as somewhat pointless.
You understand, but you truly believe there's more.
The unabashed, intellectual confidence you have, to tell people,"It doesn't have to be that way, if you don't want it to be..."
An artist; you will become.
As I walk by your side and wonder, "What thoughts are passing through that maverick mind of yours?"
An Artist; you are.
Conn Harp
Friday 30 December 2011
Friday 6 May 2011
Start a routine with all these new exciting things... Eventually it will become boring
Living at home with my parents; nice house, nice food, living free and easy. Not touching a single penny in any of my three bank accounts (why I have three I do not know).
Come Saturday, after work, it's back to Uni life. I attend the Stirling University Football Club's annual dinner, get drunk, then retreat to my flat to sleep.
The next day, Sunday, I spend my last £10 on beer and fortified wine and have such a brilliant time with all my friends. However, remembering what I actually did the next morning was extremely difficult.
From then on I have been recovering from that day, physically, mentally and emotionally. "What a bloody day!" I think.
However, all this carousing, fun and good times make me feel a bit of guilt and at the end of it all I ask myself: "Yeah, good stuff. But, what have I achieved?"
It is 3am on a Thursday morning and a crest of productivity has washed over me and I'm going to endeavor in making this sudden productivity last for the next four weeks... At the least.
Because, I know this great thing, this motivational phenom that comes every so often in my life will run it's course and I'll then find myself right back to square one.
Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired...
After sieving through the details and filtering it down to it's most simplest form, this is my life.
It is a cycle I am accustomed to.
Do I need to change it?
Probably.
Change, 75% of the time, is a good thing.
Saying this, that 75 per cent success rate comes with a helluvalot of hard work to constitute the change -that has the potential to shape a new path in your life- a good one.
Motivate. Do. Start a change in life. Keep change. Make it a routine. Do routine. Do routine again. Do it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again....
Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do...
It can probably be described as a test of character. Sticking to a productive routine is hard. Or can be.
It all just depends if you've made a change for the better.
Conn Harp
Come Saturday, after work, it's back to Uni life. I attend the Stirling University Football Club's annual dinner, get drunk, then retreat to my flat to sleep.
The next day, Sunday, I spend my last £10 on beer and fortified wine and have such a brilliant time with all my friends. However, remembering what I actually did the next morning was extremely difficult.
From then on I have been recovering from that day, physically, mentally and emotionally. "What a bloody day!" I think.
However, all this carousing, fun and good times make me feel a bit of guilt and at the end of it all I ask myself: "Yeah, good stuff. But, what have I achieved?"
It is 3am on a Thursday morning and a crest of productivity has washed over me and I'm going to endeavor in making this sudden productivity last for the next four weeks... At the least.
Because, I know this great thing, this motivational phenom that comes every so often in my life will run it's course and I'll then find myself right back to square one.
Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do. Get tired...
After sieving through the details and filtering it down to it's most simplest form, this is my life.
It is a cycle I am accustomed to.
Do I need to change it?
Probably.
Change, 75% of the time, is a good thing.
Saying this, that 75 per cent success rate comes with a helluvalot of hard work to constitute the change -that has the potential to shape a new path in your life- a good one.
Motivate. Do. Start a change in life. Keep change. Make it a routine. Do routine. Do routine again. Do it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again....
Get tired. Laze about. Get drunk. Think. Motivate. Do...
It can probably be described as a test of character. Sticking to a productive routine is hard. Or can be.
It all just depends if you've made a change for the better.
Conn Harp
Saturday 16 April 2011
The potential is there, but the work still has to be done
After numerous people showing interest in my music, I have decided to write a blog to illustrate what I do and where I'm going with it in words on the internet.
Enjoy...
After playing my first professional gig, supporting headline act (and now partial mentor) Dave Sharp, at Pivo Pivo in Glasgow in early April, a wave of praise headed my way. A standing ovation; air filled with the sound of applause and hollers; members of the audience coming up and shaking my hand; faces filled with shocked smiles.
A member of the audience approaches me and says, "Not bad for a support act! I can tell you I wasn't expecting that! Fuckin' brilliant!"
"Cheers man" I reply with a smile, as the sweat drips from my face after all the stomping, growling and harp blowing.
I felt calm before my set. I had prepared well for this event, so I expected myself to put on a good show. During my act I felt I made a couple of slight mistakes, nothing the crowd would notice. It was a solid and energetic performance. I could see through tinted sun-glass lenses people nodding their heads, moving their shoulders and stamping their feet to the beat and rhythm i was creating. The energy of the sound manipulated my behavior. It felt so good.
My energy and confidence turned into humility as I ended the act with a sustained, bluesy note from my harp, and the sound of my beat-boxing, humming, harp riffs and lyrics was immediately replaced by sheer applause and shouts from the crowd.
"Thank you very much, I've been Connor McCann, you've been the audience... Thank you and good night!"
It's a good start to "my career" if anything. A few more gigs singing Son of Dave songs, rattling out some other covers and playing some sketchy songs of my own and I might just make a name for myself. Nothing wrong with that now is there?
However, Before this gig, I didn't really think about where I wanted to go with my music.
I didn't really think about developing my very own act.
As mentioned above I play mostly covers. I haven't, as yet, developed an act that I can truly say is my own.
So, after sitting down and discussing this with certain people, including musician Dave Sharp, I am now in a development phase. Studying the blues, beat poets and other styles of creative entertainment to create something that is dirty, raunchy and, on the off chance, inspiring to future audiences!
This could be the start of something insightful and beautiful or, maybe, just the start of another bozo thinking he is being uniquely interesting with ramblings and crappy ideas.
At this moment in time, all we can do is wait patiently. Wait and see if all this estimated potential turns into something I can deem worthy to display to you, the fan, on that lonesome stage.
As you read on in future blogs, take note and pay attention as I start my journey of musical discovery and reveal all as I embark into the unforeseeable future.
Let's see what happens.
Conn Harp
Enjoy...
After playing my first professional gig, supporting headline act (and now partial mentor) Dave Sharp, at Pivo Pivo in Glasgow in early April, a wave of praise headed my way. A standing ovation; air filled with the sound of applause and hollers; members of the audience coming up and shaking my hand; faces filled with shocked smiles.
A member of the audience approaches me and says, "Not bad for a support act! I can tell you I wasn't expecting that! Fuckin' brilliant!"
"Cheers man" I reply with a smile, as the sweat drips from my face after all the stomping, growling and harp blowing.
I felt calm before my set. I had prepared well for this event, so I expected myself to put on a good show. During my act I felt I made a couple of slight mistakes, nothing the crowd would notice. It was a solid and energetic performance. I could see through tinted sun-glass lenses people nodding their heads, moving their shoulders and stamping their feet to the beat and rhythm i was creating. The energy of the sound manipulated my behavior. It felt so good.
My energy and confidence turned into humility as I ended the act with a sustained, bluesy note from my harp, and the sound of my beat-boxing, humming, harp riffs and lyrics was immediately replaced by sheer applause and shouts from the crowd.
"Thank you very much, I've been Connor McCann, you've been the audience... Thank you and good night!"
It's a good start to "my career" if anything. A few more gigs singing Son of Dave songs, rattling out some other covers and playing some sketchy songs of my own and I might just make a name for myself. Nothing wrong with that now is there?
However, Before this gig, I didn't really think about where I wanted to go with my music.
I didn't really think about developing my very own act.
As mentioned above I play mostly covers. I haven't, as yet, developed an act that I can truly say is my own.
So, after sitting down and discussing this with certain people, including musician Dave Sharp, I am now in a development phase. Studying the blues, beat poets and other styles of creative entertainment to create something that is dirty, raunchy and, on the off chance, inspiring to future audiences!
This could be the start of something insightful and beautiful or, maybe, just the start of another bozo thinking he is being uniquely interesting with ramblings and crappy ideas.
At this moment in time, all we can do is wait patiently. Wait and see if all this estimated potential turns into something I can deem worthy to display to you, the fan, on that lonesome stage.
As you read on in future blogs, take note and pay attention as I start my journey of musical discovery and reveal all as I embark into the unforeseeable future.
Let's see what happens.
Conn Harp
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