On the first post of this new blog, I’d like to say thanks for reading, and for coming back to a site that has often been non-existant.
I’ve deleted and recreated denniscrommett.com many, many times. Something will happen — say, I go to SXSW and see that everyone is 21 and skinny — and I’ll decide I’m an inadequate imposter, and boom, site deleted. Then something else will happen — a comment on a Youtube video from someone on the other side of the world — and the site goes back up. This time, I hope it sticks.
Speaking of being an imposter:
I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts about creativity lately; Rhett Miller’s Wheels Off, Aimee Man and Ted Leo’s The Art of Process, and most recently, Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History, which isn’t inherently about creativity. A common subject in at least the first two is Imposter Syndrome, “a collection of feelings of inadequacy that persist despite evident success” (reference). I can’t say I’ve had zero success, but it has been only minor success — in my eyes, anyway.
Anyway. The goal here is to decide I’m not an imposter — I’m just my own species. That’s something I’ve thought about lately in terms of body image: maybe everyone is just their own species, and like a poodle and whale, could never be expected to look like each other. Maybe the same could be true of music, and musicians.
So, welcome, Unique Species, from another. Thanks for leaning your antennae or series of ears my way.