Tuesday, 7 June 2016

How to feel good as a freelance... The Diva Paradox and Glenn Miller in a muddy field

I love working as a freelancer... because I have no control over how the people who would like to work with me, would like to work with me.

A friend of mine - an actor - said she worried about accepting a job, because the money was very low, even though the company was very big... and she was worried that if she accepted, would it mean that if she didn't respect herself... why should anyone else?

I'm sympathetic to the worry. Nobody wants to be a chump. But I'm also happy, knowing that nobody's holding a gun to anyone's head for whatever you want to do.

These two things give me bigger smiles though.

On being replaceable,
this post by Seth Godin post: The end of the diva paradox

"Great surgeons don't need to be respectful... you're not here for the service... you're here to get well...In fact, gruffness might be a clue to their skill for some.

Great opera singers don't have to be reasonable or kind. They sing like no one else, that's why you hired them, and why they... (are expected to) act like divas. Get over it.

...If someone was truly gifted, of course they didn't have the time or focus to also be kind or reasonable or good at understanding your needs. A diva was great partly because... she was a jerk. I think that's changing, possibly forever...

- state of the art is now easier to find. Word spreads about behavior and service faster than ever...
- so much easier to deliver better service (Dr. Diva, please send an email if you're running late!) - we're far less forgiving.
- any intelligent and caring person can use technology and a bit of humility to deliver better service (see above), we start to wonder whether that diva provider actually is intelligent and caring... it doesn't really matter if he has... skill, because uncaring hands are worth avoiding.
- With fewer great gigs available (even in opera), it's not so easy act like a jerk (or be insulated and uncaring) and still get work.

These are heavily edited extracts -- the full link is here:

On why we do this,
that bit in "Comedian" where Jerry Seinfeld tells the story about Glen Miller landing in a muddy airfield and having to traipse with his Orchestra with all their instruments in the rain... (link here)

This is such a special thing.
This has nothing to do with "making it".

"But did you ever stop and compare your life and go, I'm 29, my friends are all married, they're all having kids, they all have houses... They have some sort of sense of normality?"

Yuckkkk. I've got to tell you a story.

What do you tell your parents?

What do you tell your parents? This is your... (FACEPALM) Your parents?
Let me tell you a story.
This is my favourite story about show business.

Glenn Miller's Orchestra, they were doing some gig somewhere.

They can't land where they're supposed to land because it's a winter, snowy night, so they have to land in this field and walk to the gig.

And they're dressed in their suits, they're ready to play, they're carrying their instruments, so they're walking through the snow...

...and it's wet and it's slushy.

And in the distance, they see this little house. And there's lights on in the inside, and a ball of smoke coming out of the chimney.

And they go up to the house, and they look in the window.

In the window, they see this family.

There's a guy, and his wife, and she's beautiful - and his two kids - and they're all sitting around the table, and they're smiling and laughing and eating, and there's a fire in the fireplace.

And these guys are standing there, in their suits and they're wet and shivering and they're holding their instruments.

And they're watching this incredible Norman Rockwell scene.

One guy turns to the other guy and goes:
"How do people live like that?"

That's what it's about.

And added this to my bunch of stuff for writers page here

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