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Post by aprilmarie816 on Aug 17, 2013 2:14:33 GMT -5
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Post by scotia on Aug 17, 2013 2:50:51 GMT -5
OTOT
Since this is really off topic, I thought it may be ok to post at the end of a dead thread in case anyone would be interested. It's related to the hard time some have after leaving Idol. This was written by Justin Guarini who placed 2nd to Kelly in season 1. He told in the Oprah interview last week that he found out he had been dropped from RCA and 19 management from a bit on SNL. Anyway, this is a letter he posted on his website. Mods, please delete if need be.
Dear Reader: Much ado has been made of this post, hasn't it? While I leave its ultimate interpretation up to you, I would like to take the time to thank you for coming here and doing your own due diligence. Where others have not, sensationalism has ensued - JG]
There was a time when I would have had a car service drive me from my home to work.
Now I drive myself to the station and take the train.
There was a time when I wouldn’t have been concerned about the amazing expense of eating at place like Green Symphony.
Now, I budget. I have spent days skipping meals in order to make sure I have enough. To make sure my children, and my wife have enough.
There was a time when I couldn’t walk the street w/o being stopped a hundred times for a photo or a press of flesh.
Now one in a thousand might stop me, or notice. For the rest I might (might) trigger some dim memory, stuffed at the back of long unfired synaptic pathways overgrown with the clutter of social media.
There was a time when I felt separate from the people I worked with. Like I didn’t belong. Like I was an interloper. So steeped were they in the arts they chose. I, a talented man without a country, so to speak.
Now I am a proud member of a family of like minded artisans who embrace me without pause, without judgment…well, at least without any more than the usual amount of judgement this business breeds. I am home, and my industry family…ever changing and rearranging…thrives.
There was a time when I put on a brave face, smiled, and laughed to show that I was impervious and unafraid.
Now, I’m unafraid to say that I am terrified. I am struggling to make each day meet the next without breaking down and curling up. Sometimes I envy people who sit at a desk all day (at least you know where your next meal is coming from). I’ll smile, and laugh,and joke, and entertain…because sometimes it’s the only way to keep the ghosts of regret and loss at bay. I am unafraid to be afraid, and in that fear I gather strength.
There was a time when I could have thrown down cash for a house, and had any number of lovers in and out the door. A flashy car and clothes to match. An ego to HeWhoCannot amed them all.
Now I rent a home filled with love. I have a wife whom I love and who loves me (me!) and who lifts me up. Children who give me cherubic-lippped kisses before I leave for work and who are the most delicious morsels of joy and peace and prosperity. I drive a family oriented import, that is over mileage. My clothes are a mixture of gift-suite holdovers, things I bought when I had money but no style, and H&M (I LOVE that place…total whore for ‘em). My ego, is blessedly humble (still sizable, as I think it should be for everyone…but only seeking to respect self, not to put others down in order to raise the self up)
There was a time when I would have never guessed that I’d be telling you any of this. When I would have bought something I couldn’t afford, just to prove that I was ok after everything went wrong. When I would have told you that I was cool, when I wasn’t.
Now I tell you all this to reintroduce myself to you. As I am now. To take you with me on this new adventure, to hopefully regain and surpass all that I had before…but this time with a family. This time with grounding, and joy, and peace that comes from knowing that I love myself. Really love myself.
It ain’t perfect, but loving me is the key to keeping myself from doing the dumb shit we all do in the name of…
It feels like madness to admit any of this…but I’d rather be outright crazy and free, than seemingly sane and a prisoner of convention.
Peace & Blessings,
JG
posted on August 14, 2013
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Post by seoulmate on Aug 17, 2013 3:30:56 GMT -5
scotia, thanks for posting that. I saw Justin on Oprah's "Where are they now" and was really impressed with his headspace. I always liked Justin, and it sounds like his voice has really matured. It was pretty shocking to hear that he found out about being dropped by his label and management team via a jokey comment on SNL. Unbelievable.
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Post by melliemom on Aug 17, 2013 5:56:34 GMT -5
Adam has adapted to radio sound on multiple songs on Trespassing and that did not change either RCA's perception of his album or radio's acceptance. Songs like Kickin in do not have complex lyrics, neither do Cuckoo or Trespassing, and certainly not NCOE. Just not buying that argument. I believe that Adam is meant to stand out and not meant to fit in with the big school of top 40 fish. He would always stick out, no matter what he does. He needs to do musically his own thing and let the market come to him. It will come in sufficient numbers that he will continue to have a world wide career. As he does different other things, TV, film, theater, poetry, volunteering, hosting, touring whatever floats his boat, he will draw more and more people into his net over time. Adam will never be popular with everyone. Neither is somebody like Prince, for example, that does not mean he is not respected by everyone and taken seriously whenever he does something. And for those who do not pay attention, well who cares. We all can pay attention to only so many great things in this world. And some things we dislike, even though many value that same thing highly. But I do believe that the traditional business model of artist development and promotion that RCA is practicing does not suit that situation of his. Neither does that business model use the assets that Adam has (i.e. visual marketability, active fan community, ease of communication with all stakeholders, marked interest in 'experimental musical experiences' (i.e. these master cuts that are now floating around), media attention well beyond the size of his operation, etc...nor does the RCA business model have a cost structure that can be absorbed while the brand and its business model is growing. Being independent allows Adam to run a much more low cost operation and stay flexible and free. And in his situation he can still engage the fans, because the communication paths are well established and the technology is there to do the rest for him for free. But as far as his songs, I think Adam will always stand out: In his enunciation In his multi-layered lyrics In his vocal layering In his multi genre approach In his vocal brilliance In his intensity In the attention he commands from his listeners and on and on and on I think Adam should experiment freely and as long as he needs to. And just make sure to throw us occasional morsels along the way. He will release an album, when he is ready. I am not worried and I am willing to wait. Today he threw us many morsels (shaving pics, tweet/pic about studio time, and then in addition we got the other stuff that was not planned on his part) - so it was a very morsel rich day in my book. So, I feel very grateful and stan-happy today. Wouldn't be great if we had patrons of the arts.. Just how fantastic would it be for Adam to have rich patrons who could bankroll his talent and his creativity.. would give him time to experiment,to see all sides of himself, to sing the songs he wants ,to record the ones closest to his heart. The patrons have friends in Clear channel,well maybe they own Clear Channel and radio , the patrons pay for all the concerts..Adam has no restraints on him,owns his own music ,gets a glorious salary and lives his life like the prince he was meant to be..Anyone have a problem with this....oops the alarm just went off.. |
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Post by Jablea on Aug 17, 2013 7:11:20 GMT -5
Posting Smoothie Recipes in our Shape Up Thread - everyone welcome to join to share healthy ideas. www.atop.proboards.com/post/424887/threadAnd I can agree with the rankings that the Ninja blender has. Love mine and much more affordable. |
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Post by Holst on Aug 17, 2013 7:23:41 GMT -5
New thread is up, so maybe I can go a little off topic here at the end of this thread. Here is a little indie-schmindie musical experimentation. I hope you like it. link - "The Ocean"
How to connect this to Adam? Hmmm. Well, all musicians like to try different musical things with friends. Is there a connection to me? Yep, the drummer. peace&love I also enjoyed listening to that. It's different--and more creative on the drum part. There is another Adam connection. It was recorded live, with all the musicians in the studio at the same time, with real instruments. The tie-in is--that's what I'd like to hear Adam do. Of course, this video may not be the actual recording session. And even when a group records together, more tracks might be added later. |
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Post by Holst on Aug 17, 2013 7:26:55 GMT -5
OTOT Since this is really off topic, I thought it may be ok to post at the end of a dead thread in case anyone would be interested. It's related to the hard time some have after leaving Idol. This was written by Justin Guarini who placed 2nd to Kelly in season 1. He told in the Oprah interview last week that he found out he had been dropped from RCA and 19 management from a bit on SNL. Anyway, this is a letter he posted on his website. Mods, please delete if need be. Dear Reader: Much ado has been made of this post, hasn't it? While I leave its ultimate interpretation up to you, I would like to take the time to thank you for coming here and doing your own due diligence. Where others have not, sensationalism has ensued - JG] There was a time when I would have had a car service drive me from my home to work. Now I drive myself to the station and take the train. There was a time when I wouldn’t have been concerned about the amazing expense of eating at place like Green Symphony. Now, I budget. I have spent days skipping meals in order to make sure I have enough. To make sure my children, and my wife have enough. There was a time when I couldn’t walk the street w/o being stopped a hundred times for a photo or a press of flesh. Now one in a thousand might stop me, or notice. For the rest I might (might) trigger some dim memory, stuffed at the back of long unfired synaptic pathways overgrown with the clutter of social media. There was a time when I felt separate from the people I worked with. Like I didn’t belong. Like I was an interloper. So steeped were they in the arts they chose. I, a talented man without a country, so to speak. Now I am a proud member of a family of like minded artisans who embrace me without pause, without judgment…well, at least without any more than the usual amount of judgement this business breeds. I am home, and my industry family…ever changing and rearranging…thrives. There was a time when I put on a brave face, smiled, and laughed to show that I was impervious and unafraid. Now, I’m unafraid to say that I am terrified. I am struggling to make each day meet the next without breaking down and curling up. Sometimes I envy people who sit at a desk all day (at least you know where your next meal is coming from). I’ll smile, and laugh,and joke, and entertain…because sometimes it’s the only way to keep the ghosts of regret and loss at bay. I am unafraid to be afraid, and in that fear I gather strength. There was a time when I could have thrown down cash for a house, and had any number of lovers in and out the door. A flashy car and clothes to match. An ego to HeWhoCannot amed them all. Now I rent a home filled with love. I have a wife whom I love and who loves me (me!) and who lifts me up. Children who give me cherubic-lippped kisses before I leave for work and who are the most delicious morsels of joy and peace and prosperity. I drive a family oriented import, that is over mileage. My clothes are a mixture of gift-suite holdovers, things I bought when I had money but no style, and H&M (I LOVE that place…total whore for ‘em). My ego, is blessedly humble (still sizable, as I think it should be for everyone…but only seeking to respect self, not to put others down in order to raise the self up) There was a time when I would have never guessed that I’d be telling you any of this. When I would have bought something I couldn’t afford, just to prove that I was ok after everything went wrong. When I would have told you that I was cool, when I wasn’t. Now I tell you all this to reintroduce myself to you. As I am now. To take you with me on this new adventure, to hopefully regain and surpass all that I had before…but this time with a family. This time with grounding, and joy, and peace that comes from knowing that I love myself. Really love myself. It ain’t perfect, but loving me is the key to keeping myself from doing the dumb shit we all do in the name of… It feels like madness to admit any of this…but I’d rather be outright crazy and free, than seemingly sane and a prisoner of convention. Peace & Blessings, JG posted on August 14, 2013 Thanks for posting that. It's beautifully written. Fame is fleeting for most entertainers and I'm sure many can relate to this. Apparently he is still working in the business??? |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2013 9:06:03 GMT -5
New thread is up, so maybe I can go a little off topic here at the end of this thread. Here is a little indie-schmindie musical experimentation. I hope you like it. link - "The Ocean"
How to connect this to Adam? Hmmm. Well, all musicians like to try different musical things with friends. Is there a connection to me? Yep, the drummer. peace&love Nice!! Very nice!Love the song and what a great collab! TY for sharing! |
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Post by JazzRocks on Aug 17, 2013 10:26:27 GMT -5
OTOT Since this is really off topic, I thought it may be ok to post at the end of a dead thread in case anyone would be interested. It's related to the hard time some have after leaving Idol. This was written by Justin Guarini who placed 2nd to Kelly in season 1. He told in the Oprah interview last week that he found out he had been dropped from RCA and 19 management from a bit on SNL. Anyway, this is a letter he posted on his website. Mods, please delete if need be. Dear Reader: Much ado has been made of this post, hasn't it? While I leave its ultimate interpretation up to you, I would like to take the time to thank you for coming here and doing your own due diligence. Where others have not, sensationalism has ensued - JG] There was a time when I would have had a car service drive me from my home to work. Now I drive myself to the station and take the train. There was a time when I wouldn’t have been concerned about the amazing expense of eating at place like Green Symphony. Now, I budget. I have spent days skipping meals in order to make sure I have enough. To make sure my children, and my wife have enough. There was a time when I couldn’t walk the street w/o being stopped a hundred times for a photo or a press of flesh. Now one in a thousand might stop me, or notice. For the rest I might (might) trigger some dim memory, stuffed at the back of long unfired synaptic pathways overgrown with the clutter of social media. There was a time when I felt separate from the people I worked with. Like I didn’t belong. Like I was an interloper. So steeped were they in the arts they chose. I, a talented man without a country, so to speak. Now I am a proud member of a family of like minded artisans who embrace me without pause, without judgment…well, at least without any more than the usual amount of judgement this business breeds. I am home, and my industry family…ever changing and rearranging…thrives. There was a time when I put on a brave face, smiled, and laughed to show that I was impervious and unafraid. Now, I’m unafraid to say that I am terrified. I am struggling to make each day meet the next without breaking down and curling up. Sometimes I envy people who sit at a desk all day (at least you know where your next meal is coming from). I’ll smile, and laugh,and joke, and entertain…because sometimes it’s the only way to keep the ghosts of regret and loss at bay. I am unafraid to be afraid, and in that fear I gather strength. There was a time when I could have thrown down cash for a house, and had any number of lovers in and out the door. A flashy car and clothes to match. An ego to HeWhoCannot amed them all. Now I rent a home filled with love. I have a wife whom I love and who loves me (me!) and who lifts me up. Children who give me cherubic-lippped kisses before I leave for work and who are the most delicious morsels of joy and peace and prosperity. I drive a family oriented import, that is over mileage. My clothes are a mixture of gift-suite holdovers, things I bought when I had money but no style, and H&M (I LOVE that place…total whore for ‘em). My ego, is blessedly humble (still sizable, as I think it should be for everyone…but only seeking to respect self, not to put others down in order to raise the self up) There was a time when I would have never guessed that I’d be telling you any of this. When I would have bought something I couldn’t afford, just to prove that I was ok after everything went wrong. When I would have told you that I was cool, when I wasn’t. Now I tell you all this to reintroduce myself to you. As I am now. To take you with me on this new adventure, to hopefully regain and surpass all that I had before…but this time with a family. This time with grounding, and joy, and peace that comes from knowing that I love myself. Really love myself. It ain’t perfect, but loving me is the key to keeping myself from doing the dumb shit we all do in the name of… It feels like madness to admit any of this…but I’d rather be outright crazy and free, than seemingly sane and a prisoner of convention. Peace & Blessings, JG posted on August 14, 2013 I was going to go directly to today's thread without reading this one to the end. I am so glad I didn't! This is so beautifully written - sad & tragic, yet full of love & hope & happiness at the same time. I've always liked Justin but I now have major respect for him. |
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