LemonMelon
More 5G Than Man
I don't want this post to seem overly emotional or angry, so I'll tone it down a bit and keep it from being just a string of obscenities.
I love my dad. This is a fact. It is also a fact that my dad is a totally arrogant jerk when it comes to music. My whole family is centered around music. My dad used to be a musician doing gigs off and on for about 15 years back in the 70's and early 80's. As a result, he is very good at what he does, and encourages me in my own work. We both write our own songs and are both working on albums at the same time.
He is one of those people that thinks his opinion on music is second only to God's, and that he knows all there is to know about music. He just may. But he doesn't have to be such an arrogant ass about it. Also, there is a major generation gap between us; he's one of those people that think there hasn't been any good albums/consistently good artists since the 80's. Which kind of works against his whole "I know all there is to know about not just music, but everything else" tag. He thinks 99.999999999% of all rap is about nothing but bitchez, hoes, AK-47's, and killing cops. Yeah. I'm not kidding.
Last night, we had a discussion about music as we usually do. I say that I would like some help with my work, and he said he would help. That's nice of him. I would have appreciated it.
Tonight, I was feeling awful. Tired, sick, not in any mood to do much of anything. He tells me he wants to show me something. I go to his work space, and he has everything all set up...a keyboard, sequencer, all this gear, and basically he wants to show me how to produce a second Sgt. Pepper or something.
Now, common logic would dictate that before you do something nice for someone, you ask them whether they actually want what you're giving them to protect your own feelings. He didn't.
I say in my nicest tone, "I don't want to do this right now..."
And he goes off.
My dad is good at lecturing. He can really talk up a storm (he'd be great on this forum), but that's not always a good thing. He basically goes on to call me an ungrateful, arrogant brat who wants nothing to do with him. And I'm not exaggerating. Half of me felt like busting out laughing at how much of a lie these things were, the other half was confused, and if there was a percentage left, it probably was pretty nauseated.
And it went on. And on. And on. I'm actually a bit surprised that he didn't go into shock or something.
Cooler heads would have prevailed, but I'm pretty sure that for the rest of the weekend, he's not going to say a word to me. Even a tablespoon of rational thinking probably would have ended it all quick snap, but there wasn't even a grain of it to be seen.
Why am I posting this? Because I really need to get off my chest just how much of an insensitive (but well-intentioned) ass my own father was being. That, and it's a good lesson to learn for your own time on this forum; think before you say a word. Anything. Ever. THINK, DAMMIT.
Rant off.
I love my dad. This is a fact. It is also a fact that my dad is a totally arrogant jerk when it comes to music. My whole family is centered around music. My dad used to be a musician doing gigs off and on for about 15 years back in the 70's and early 80's. As a result, he is very good at what he does, and encourages me in my own work. We both write our own songs and are both working on albums at the same time.
He is one of those people that thinks his opinion on music is second only to God's, and that he knows all there is to know about music. He just may. But he doesn't have to be such an arrogant ass about it. Also, there is a major generation gap between us; he's one of those people that think there hasn't been any good albums/consistently good artists since the 80's. Which kind of works against his whole "I know all there is to know about not just music, but everything else" tag. He thinks 99.999999999% of all rap is about nothing but bitchez, hoes, AK-47's, and killing cops. Yeah. I'm not kidding.
Last night, we had a discussion about music as we usually do. I say that I would like some help with my work, and he said he would help. That's nice of him. I would have appreciated it.
Tonight, I was feeling awful. Tired, sick, not in any mood to do much of anything. He tells me he wants to show me something. I go to his work space, and he has everything all set up...a keyboard, sequencer, all this gear, and basically he wants to show me how to produce a second Sgt. Pepper or something.
Now, common logic would dictate that before you do something nice for someone, you ask them whether they actually want what you're giving them to protect your own feelings. He didn't.
I say in my nicest tone, "I don't want to do this right now..."
And he goes off.
My dad is good at lecturing. He can really talk up a storm (he'd be great on this forum), but that's not always a good thing. He basically goes on to call me an ungrateful, arrogant brat who wants nothing to do with him. And I'm not exaggerating. Half of me felt like busting out laughing at how much of a lie these things were, the other half was confused, and if there was a percentage left, it probably was pretty nauseated.
And it went on. And on. And on. I'm actually a bit surprised that he didn't go into shock or something.
Cooler heads would have prevailed, but I'm pretty sure that for the rest of the weekend, he's not going to say a word to me. Even a tablespoon of rational thinking probably would have ended it all quick snap, but there wasn't even a grain of it to be seen.
Why am I posting this? Because I really need to get off my chest just how much of an insensitive (but well-intentioned) ass my own father was being. That, and it's a good lesson to learn for your own time on this forum; think before you say a word. Anything. Ever. THINK, DAMMIT.
Rant off.
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