What if we deployed nano technology solutions for kitchen crunchies? What if sports arenas hired crowd profanity police? What if complaining made your pants fit better? What if people who wore eye patches had their own baths? What if we operationalized primal grooming?
In this episode of Steal Scott’s Ideas, Ben, Danielle & Brittany gather in Brooklyn for some execution in public.
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Execution Lesson 110: When we dash away from ideas too fast
It’s true that language is a powerful lever for changing the world around us.
But it’s also true that words can be twisted to match any desire we have, and interpreted to justify any action we take.
In fact, many of our greatest revelations occur in speechless moments when we perceive things greater and beyond the sum total of all words.
That’s one of the great joys of songwriting. People feel our music before they listen to it. Unlike prose or poetry or other types of one dimensional compositions, our medium of song isn’t under as much pressure to make sense or prove anything or even mean anything.
Because it has layers. It relies on the rhythm and melody to do most of the heavy emotional lifting. That’s where the real magic comes from. The words are almost pedestrian at that point.
Hell, the best songwriter in rock history famously used the word scrambled eggs as his working title to hold the music and phrasing in place until he found a suitable replacement. And once he substituted it with the word yesterday, it became the most covered song of all time.
Think of it this way. Ever realized that you have been singing the wrong words to a popular song your whole life? Once you learned the correct lyric, did you change the way you sang it?
Of course not. Because all that mattered was how the song made you feel while you sang it.
Remember, words are chewed gum. Don’t allow yourself to get trapped in a language with too little imagination.
Release the grip of neurons on all your small thoughts. And excuse me while I kiss this guy.
Do you have the strength and the love to sit in the silence that goes beyond words?