What are you waiting for?

There is an idea that up until now has kept me moving forward toward goals and ultimately, happiness. There are legitimate reasons that explain the recent misery I’ve experienced. This idea rings through my head everyday and most days I have listened but lately I realized that I’ve been ignoring it.

If I die tomorrow, will I be happy with my place in the world today? Will I have made an impact on anyone? Will anyone remember me? I know that I have no control over when I die, because I choose to not take “that” control. I conceded many years ago that the time limit on my life will not be determined by me but by the chance of living and seeing how long I can fool death. But I do also realize that anything can happen at any time to anyone. This is why I make the decisions I do, up until recently at least.

Misery comes when you decide to ignore this idea and live life according to someone else’s ideas or goals. Why is this? No one can define your happiness but you. I know I know it’s a very selfish idea. But think about it in a realistic way. If the person/people that surround you and define your happiness right now were to part ways say, tomorrow would you continue doing the same things and living the same life? If you are not happy with yourself and/or your life, how do you expect to be happy with or for anyone else? Which, to my thinking, means that the opposite is true. If you live wholly and truthfully to your ideas and goals then happiness is inevitable.

Now, I’m not saying that you should follow your dreams at the expense of others’. But at the same time don’t let others make you feel guilty for following your dreams. Take responsibility for your actions but also hold others to their inactions. Usually if someone else is projecting their insecurities onto you and trying to inflict guilt its because they are not doing what they want in their own life. On the other hand, I’m willing to help others achieve their goals and find happiness but not at the expense of my own dreams and happiness. You should never have to shelve your dreams and desires because of someone else. If you choose to, that’s a different story.

Life is all about choices, including happiness. What most people don’t understand is that every single decision we make in life leads to the outcome. And most people make these decisions obliviously and then wonder 30 years down the road why they’re unhappy. Pay attention to your surroundings, be blatantly aware of how your choices affect your life and those around you, and most of all choose wisely those you spend your time with they will affect you more than you know.

Surround yourself with people that reflect that which you desire, live your life by your rules, and find a dream and never give up on it. What would you do with your last day on this earth? It might be today, what are you waiting for? On the day that I die I want to be able to look at my life and say, “I’m happy with the choices I made that led me here.” No matter how crazy or ridiculous others may say they are, follow your dreams to the ends of the earth and then go just a bit farther.

Why I hate Christmas!

Expectations, stress, guilt trips and well... people.

Aside from the pain inflicted on others fighting and killing each other for the newest coolest presents to give to their needy spoiled children that just have to have them, christmas is a grand holiday.

The level of expectations around the holidays but Christmas especially has gotten out of control. I remember growing up and hearing from everyone that “its about giving, not receiving.” But many times in the last few years I’ve been in a position where I could not give anything for the holidays. And guess what? I’ve never felt more like a failure. Because I feel guilty when people give me things and then I can’t return the gesture.

Guilt trips are something that started from when I was a young lad. My estranged father always slathered on the guilt trip around the holidays. He would always spend enormous amounts of money on extravagant presents and in return expect us to come stay with him. Constantly trying to buy our love, my dad invested tens of thousands of dollars on trying to buy his way into our lives. Only to find out later that that money was social security, disability money that was meant to be for my brother and I’s living expenses, college, etc. You know, defrauding the federal government out of thousands of dollars for more than ten years just to have it backfire and fail. My brother and I were smart enough to see the problems and steered clear for our own safety, likely not early enough to have caused some damage. But that’s neither here nor there.

Stress is a killer. I can feel it killing my will to live, my soul to love, and not so slowly my hopes and dreams. Life should not be this stressful or miserable for anyone. But then again the people we choose to spend time around define our environment. I remember being happy once. It was many years ago, long before a failed marriage, long before almost a decade in school and oodles of student loans. Where a controlled amount of responsibility was had and my interaction with people was limited to those I enjoyed spending my time with. The idea of “spending time” with people is just that. We have a limited supply of time in this life, you should never waste time spent with anyone. Invest your time into friends and relationships that enrich your life, if its not 100% positive or have some benefit for YOU then reconsider your investment. Yes, any relationship worth having takes some work but remember that it should also be an equalizing balance. If the scales begin to tip too far to one side or the other for far too long then tensions will take over and nothing will work, no matter how simple.

This usually comes down to expectations. One person expects more than the other or the expectation that was set from the beginning is impossible to maintain for years on end. This is the doing of people. People set expectations in their head of what they think something should be like and when reality doesn’t match it because we don’t live in a Hollywood movie those people get upset and frustrated that they’re not able to get what they want. This goes for all of us. We all have expectations of what we want out of life, but the reality of actually achieving what you want takes steps that most people are not able to comprehend or are not willing to take. Usually sacrifice on some level of some part of their life. The problem is that people are unhappily trying to fill this hole in their life by buying presents instead of making the sacrifices necessary to actually form happiness in their lives.

Last but most definitely not least. The holidays are a stark reminder of the people we have lost throughout the year. In my life, it seems, that at least once a year on or around christmas I lose a good friend or family member to the cold hand of the reaper. Death, as we know it, is not an uncommon thing. In fact we all have to come to grips with it at some point in our life, it is the one common denominator we all share. But, for anyone that has to deal with the holidays along with losing any member of their family because once you're friends with someone for long enough they become your family. Or for those of us that work in the music/production business, those we work with day in and day out are our brothers and sisters. Because when you spend day and night for weeks, months, or years on end with the same people you can't help but become family with them.

Family is what christmas is all about whether or not they're blood related or not.

The Unintentional Three-Way

The problem in my life, well in my relationships is that I've unknowingly been involved in a three-way. How can you unknowingly be involved in a three-way you say? All of these years the relationships I've tried so hard to make work have in fact been taken over by this three-way and ultimately destroyed in the end.

For anyone who has experienced a three-way in a sexual relationship will understand how awkward, confusing, and emotionally painful they can be. My Awkward Three-Way is really no different. You can never really figure out where everyone is supposed to be, or how everything fits together, there really is never enough room for everyone, and someone's feelings always get hurt.

The difference is that mine has been going on for twenty years. Because its not a hot and steamy moment of excitement. It is a long standing battle where ground can be gained and lost on either side but there is no winner. The first of the three is my self, of course. I've been in my own life active for upwards of twenty five years now trying to do the right thing and follow my dreams.

The second, my first love, is my passion for creativity. Everything from playing drums, to writing music, to even just simply sitting down at my computer and writing my thoughts down on paper. Creativity has brought me more joy and happiness than any other one thing in this world. And the great part is that it doesn't judge me when I do something right or wrong. Its just there when I need it. So I do my best to nurture my creativity. I've spent many long nights wrapped up with it watching the stars and contemplating my place in the universe. I've even met a person or two who have helped me develop my creativity over the years.

There are times when its harder to find my creativity than others and thats due to the third party in this three-way. I didn't really know it was there for many years and therefore was confused and frustrated when I couldn't find my creative path. Depression can be a volatile and cranky monster and really doesn't like when its ignored for undefined periods of time. I've only recently, in the past ten years or so, really began to deal with and understand what my depression is made of. You can only begin to deal with something like depression when you understand it. Once I accepted that it was in my life and not going anywhere any time soon it was easier to pick apart.

But unlike creativity where its easy to dive in head first and fully immerse yourself in the warm glow of its love and easily jump in and out, depression is a much more sticky tar-like substance where once you're in you're staying for a while. There have been times where I've taken that depression and wrapped myself up and not planned on escaping. But luckily and by my own bull-headedness I have decided to unwrap that blanket of darkness and find my way to the light once in a while.

Like any good relationship its all about balance. I can balance the light and the dark, the good and the bad within what I know. But what happens when another is introduced? I like having a companion to cuddle with, talk to, and care for. But how do you introduce a new personality into an already volatile three-way of emotions. When the balancing of three very strong personalities is already taking up 99% of your day, how do you find time to handle an extra person?

"My alcoholism will be with me until the day I die, and it will go to the grave with me. My band, my friends, my family, my wife-none of them will be there, peering up at the coffin lid, waiting for the worm party to begin..." D. Randall Blythe talking about his addiction in his book Dark Days. My three-way never really made sense until I recently read these words. How he personifies his addiction  by saying you can't just tell it to go away is the best way I've found to describe my relationship with my passion (creativity) and my downfall (depression).

But between my first love and my second downfall how can there ever be enough time, energy, or room for a so called "normal" relationship. The idea of a normal relationship goes well beyond what I'm capable of but for arguments sake we'll use that term for now. I mean, three-ways are messy enough without including a fourth party to get tangled in the web of miscommunication.

Will there ever be room enough for a true relationship? I don't know. But what I do know is that having really good reliable friends is the best solution. Because its easier to hear from friends that you're full of shit and you need to pull your head out of your ass rather than the person you're sleeping with.  I don't know who I will meet or be with along the way. But to those who cross my path whether for a short time or longer, understand that you are not the first priority in my life. As hard as that may be to grasp, you don't have a choice in the matter.

I Need a Friend, Unbiased and Honest

My needs are basic. I feel like I’ve had my share of experiences in life. I’ve had more than enough time to figure out what I like and what I don’t. But more importantly I have spent the time necessary to learn what I need out of life. Now, we’re not talking the basics of eating, drinking, and having a roof over my head. Those are survival needs that are generally the same for everyone. I’m talking about basic needs for happiness. I’m a fan of keeping it simple and stripped down. My needs are as follows: Friends, Drums, and Tattoos.

As I often like to work backward to see things from a different perspective, we start with Tattoos. For most of our culture tattoos are not seen as a necessity, unless of course you’re trying to survive in prison. But for me they are a form of therapy; a right of passage, if you will, from one period of my life into the next. The pain of my tattoos is a grand distraction from the pain of reality. Giving me the time to heal alongside my newly earned artwork. We all have growing pains, mine are just prettier than yours.

Drums are another side of therapy because how often do you get to hit things for hours a day and not get arrested? Aside from the physical outlet it’s very much an emotional one as well. No matter how hard my day has been or what kind of stress I’m dealing with, it all disappears by the end of the woodshedding. For me, it’s also a spiritual experience. Because no matter how large or small the world may seem when I’m in the middle of speeding sticks around the drums, I can feel every millisecond of time passing as if they were hours, allowing me to really see how big the universe really is. All the space between each note just allows for more space as an infinite universe between each strike of the stick.

Friends have always been a complicated subject in my life, as I moved around a lot when I was younger, switching schools, and ultimately just not great at being outwardly social…I don’t go out of my way to make friends, made it difficult to find much less hold on to a good friend. Some of the foundations of a great friend are simple. Be able to call me out on my bullshit with harsh but constructive honesty, supportive of my craziest ideas or at least willing to listen while I rant and rave about the delusional concepts my life is built upon. Friends can offer unbiased opinions in regards to relationships because lets face it, relationships are riddled with biased points of view and expectations. I really just need a friend who is willing to be a vocal outlet in time away from the stresses of work whether it be snowboarding, sitting on the beach, sitting in a bar, or just going for breakfast from time to time to catch up remind me that I’m not completely crazy or at least not alone in the crazy. A good friend, scratch that, a great friend offers a similar but differing honest perspective that allows me to see the world in new ways. 

The Key to Happiness....For Me

Lately, I've been contemplating my happiness. Why? Well, because I haven't been all that happy for a while now and I was never able to put my finger on the reason, until now.

There are so many variables that play into someone's happiness that it can be tough to single out any one of them; job, finances, hobbies, relationships, etc. I've known for a long time that I will never be happy with any one "job," as defined as a normal 8-5 schedule or simply put, working for someone else. But, over the years, I've consistently drifted toward work that was on some level entertaining or challenging and kept me close to the one thing I have passion about in this world, performing. So I continue to perform Stage Technician duties in various capacities throughout my day.

Let's talk about passions for a moment, because I truly believe that if you can find something you're passionate about and can do that everyday, you can lead a happy life regardless of all the other variables. My passion is and has been for many years, playing drums. So much so, that when I don't get to play for days, weeks, or years on end it quite in fact has the opposite affect. If you haven't found it, find it and all the worries in the world will melt away.

We all know that money doesn't buy happiness and that relationships will fail if you can't love yourself before trying to love another person. But there are aspects of both of those variables to happiness that can have huge impacts on your state of mind and well-being, so take care when making decisions that will affect your pocket and/or relationship. So what could it be? What is the variable that, when I look back on my life and remember the truly happy times, sticks out like a sore thumb? For me, its excitement!

The excitement of starting something new and challenging, the adrenaline of performing in front of thousands of people, the adventure of wandering across a country where you don't speak the language, or the experiencing the pure energy of creation as you embark on undiscovered musical lands. Every moment that is tied to happiness in my life has some high level of excitement to it as well, which I'm pretty sure is why I tend to seek out adventures regardless of what affect they'll have on my life (personal, financial, etc.). This is also why I've always sought to become a live performing musician that can make a living off of the rush on-stage every night.

The downside, is that I'm not sure that "everyday life" is ever going to cut it emotionally? Its just not exciting to me. Even the most complex and challenging position at my new job, takes a bit of time to learn but just isn't that hard in the scheme of things. Can I ever be happy in a "normal" life? I don't honestly know. I hope that if I can never have the life I want, that I can change my perspective enough to be happy. I can try to trick myself into believing it but unless its real there's not much hope.

I'm a skeptical enough person that I even consider the fact that maybe I don't really have an understanding of what real happiness is? Because if my perception of happiness is completely engulfed in what some would say is artificial happiness, then how would you know the real thing when you see it? I have no idea. All I can do is move forward with the knowledge I have and try to understand my experience in the world. Tomorrow something will change how I perceive the next day, and so on.

I want to create from scratch, good or bad, and just push the boundaries of what is acceptable in this world. I want to be excited again!

Decisions

Often times, the right decision is not always the best.

Crazy Ideas and Patience

Far too often I wonder, what if? Perhaps those crazy ideas just needed a bit of time to unravel and mature into something formidable. Perhaps all we needed was some more patience to see our vision grow. 

All I have are my ideas, to me; they’re crazy enough to work. Do I have what it takes to pull them off, even though they may take a lifetime to complete?  I’ve got to get out of this survival mode and get back to making music any way that I can.

I stay awake at night dreaming of string quartets, electronic drum pieces, orchestral drum and bass, and even a symphony; I fear they’ll never be heard by the ears of friends. What can I do but keep working to piece things together. Maybe someday everything will actually come together but until then.

Electronic Music Needs a Heartbeat

A while back, while touring Europe on the Lindsey Stirling lighting crew, I was asked a very pointed question; “What kind of drummer are you?” My initial response was something about being a very visual, performance driven drummer. Not that this is untrue but not the entire story. See, its difficult to describe my own style of drumming simply because its just something I’ve always done. But now as I embark on making one of the biggest decisions I’ve ever faced, I’m forced to come to grips with these ideas. Normally the easiest way to explain this would be to show, but as I was working as a lighting/video technician on the tour there was no real outlet for drumming.

I’m the type of drummer that loves putting on a good show but not at the expense of the musicality. I’m also a strong believer that all music needs to be great is a good bit of heart and soul, especially electronic music. Execution is important but not the end all. A certain amount of precision is highly important but what stands out as even more necessary is musicality, adding that little bit of breathe to every beat is something that can’t be replicated by a machine.

Although there are computer programs that have come close to recreating human-like performances, there are far too many drummers out there that sound like drum machines. No dynamics no breathing room in their performances. Some would say that playing to a click track, backing tracks, and pre-programmed parts limits your musicianship but I say if you approach it with a creative mind the range of opportunities to make music with a heartbeat is unparalleled.

As drummers, it is not our job to become the machine. Far too often we are compared to metronomes in our time keeping, this is false. A metronome is a great tool for keeping perfect time but our job is not to be perfec. Our job is to understand how the time works, to flow in between each beat seamlessly, to give the music its heartbeat; this is done by spending countless hours a day for years with a metronome gaining a complete comprehensive understanding of exactly where every beat lands. If the music needs to push a little on a chorus or perhaps it needs a little more pull back on the verse or bridge then we can control how much this happens.

It’s really all about listening to the music and serving its needs. Some would say that performing the same tunes every day would get boring. I say to you, “find a new angle.” There’s always a new way of doing things that won’t compromise the integrity of the original. If you’re really bored then try live triggering some of the backing parts, or you know…. play the parts on the record as they were intended.

Recently I’ve been trying to recreate a few Pop/R&B tunes and there’s nothing more complicated than playing all of the programmed parts on a song. Drummers have taken a back seat to producers in the progression of drumming. Producers create these uniquely creative rhythmic soundscapes and what do drummers do with it, they sit back and take the “boom, crack, boom, crack” approach. There is so much syncopation and independence to be had within many of these tracks, why not take the musically challenging road and reproduce the track as-is instead of allowing so much control be put into the circuits of a computer.

With my next project, this will become clear.

2014 In Review: To begin, again.

Now that I’ve had a moment to process all that has come to pass in the last year, or so, and more importantly moved, yet again, I can now begin…again.

2014 was a very productive, seductive, and hurtful year. As life continually proves balance is inevitable for each positive there is a negative. This year has been no exception, given the negatives were created by my selfish nature; the positives have been almost enough to counterbalance.

After moving half way across the country to pursue my potential in the “business” side of music as the Percussive Art Society’s spring intern, I’ve come to realize that making sound financial decisions is completely and utterly the opposite of making decisions that promote happiness and to pursue dreams, as I had learned once before but the memory must have strayed from me. Although sometimes necessary, I believe whole-heartedly that we should strive to make decisions in life that promote our own happiness and allow us to open up to new possibilities. But instead I took a year long detour through the bowels of Indianapolis that have led me to where I should have started the last year, in the arms of my darling Madison in Orlando, Florida.

As in true Mahola P. Willikers fashion, I worked to make the best of my situation. I did a lot of writing and a bit of practicing. But it was the things I did on the side that made such a negative impact on the year. My girlfriend was nice enough to move to Indianapolis with me, thinking she was getting into a trusting truthful relationship, I proved her wrong....and am working diligently to repair. These days I seem to have built an air of distrust between us and am working diligently to mend that bond, but as we all know trust is one of those bridges that is hardest to rebuild. After moving in, she came to realize some of the things I had done, or thought about doing and needless to say we had our negative moments.

What made this year even more difficult to endure was that I got to participate not once, but twice in one of my life’s dreams. I got to go on tour both in the United States and in Europe with Lindsey Stirling as a stage/video technician.  I had some indescribable experiences and made lots of new friends that I hope to see again on the next tour. But again, my selfish nature got the best of me and I started acting like someone else, not realizing who I had at home and what she was going through (what turned out to be one of the most difficult times in our lives).

Returning to Indianapolis, I was a different person. Different on the inside, somewhat different on the outside, but what I couldn’t explain to Madison was that after visiting sixteen countries, over ten hours of flight time, a few days of walking in New York City, and over twenty hours spent on a Greyhound bus that my heart had found its home; not in Indianapolis but in her arms. The catch is that we had made plans to move back to Orlando to where she would be happier, and that we would only have a handful of days together before we were torn apart once again.

Another part of 2014 that is both a complete positive and a negative is that I went and got a job doing something I never thought I would have the opportunity to do. After my internship came to an end in July I was faced, yet again, with the dilemma of finding work. One day Madison picked me up from work and on the way home I saw four horse drawn carriages on the road at the same time. I said, “I’ve always wanted to do that, just was never sure how to get into it.” The next day I called that company and it turns out that Yellow Rose Carriages is located just two blocks from my apartment. After an interview and an initial ride-along. I was neck deep in training how to be a carriage driver.

Although I grew up with horses and animals of all kinds driving one attached to a carriage in downtown traffic and distractions is another story all together. You can’t imagine the level of stress that carriage drivers put up with simply knowing that their horses might get spooked by a plastic bag passing serenely in the night and all we can do is hold on tight. The truth of the matter is that I set out to do something I wasn’t sure that I could do, and I did it well enough to the point that when it was time to leave the company didn’t want me to depart. Once again a very positive powerful experience counterbalanced by a very stressful and painful one. To hold true to my word I finished out the remainder of the year in the Indianapolis cold driving horses through the holiday season. Although I had already moved Madison to a much warmer Orlando, I had to fly back to a mostly empty apartment and endure the cold for a few more weeks.

Now that I’ve finished the year, I’m saddened to leave some of the people and the horses behind, stressed to be looking for work and having to purchase a car once again, but mostly I’m happy. I’m happy to be with my two girls Madison and Minnie (our dog) once again, happy that I can step outside in sandals, shorts, and a t-shirt comfortably, happy to be pushing onward toward a new beginning. Although nothing in the past is forgotten, I can do better. I don’t know who I’ve become but its about to change, again.

I have reached the horizon and I can see more than ever before,

But the next horizon breeds ample opportunity.

I stand at the top of the mountain and look beyond the peaks and valleys

I see a wall, a challenge of inner determination.

The wall in front of me is merely a step,

A step in which I need to grow exponentially to take in stride.

Let the work begin, again.