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Of course Neil Young really struggled to be accepted as a singer. In Buffalo Springfield he was hardly ever allowed to sing, even wrote a song about it 'Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing" which of course was sung by Richie Furay. He was constantly told to give up singing in his early days, even as he was being acknowledged as a songwriter. But Shakey is famously stubborn so it didn't stop him.
@JohnnyGoodyear I hear your points and I agree with many of them. As I said earlier, there is nuance here, the world is not black and white and there is definitely an intangible "it" when it comes to art (rather than technique).
My contention is that the belief in talent is poisonous: it's poison for those who who think they lack it, because they give up too soon, and it's poison for those who think they have it because it makes them lazy. Work, not talent, is the key to any achievement, talent is secondary at best.
That's an interesting point as well. We tend to forget that luck also often plays a major part in any success story, we believe that the world is a meritocracy when often luck and chance play a large part in people's lives (psychologists call this "the Just World fallacy").
The movie "Searching For Sugar Man" is pertinent I think. A chance occurrence made Rodriguez famous in South Africa unbeknown to him, when the rest of the world had ignored and forgotten him. But in this one isolated culture his art was culturally relevant, he was bigger in SA than the Rolling Stones, and everyone had at least 3 albums in their collection: Abbey Road, Bridge Over Troubled Water, and Rodriguez. Just shows how things might have worked out in an alternative universe where one flap of the butterfly's wings changes everything.
A deftly, thoughtfully cast gauntlet, but I'd expect no less from our resident philosopher bon homme
I think of it this way ... I'll try not to wander to far, as is my wont (Irish spirit and all) ... My family is predisposed toward alcoholism. My dad had it. My brother had it. I went my rounds with it from 19-22. And then I stopped. I do believe strongly in the power of both a) genetic predisposition (evolution) and b) early training/mindset (typically established by parents or mentors - environment) to influence one's ability to pursue and achieve mastery of a certain skill-set, from rugby to trainspotting.
But I still maintain, in my experience as a polymath, that, much as water follows the path of least resistance, the varied interests of a certain mindset lead to pursuing a fitting level of mastery for every perceived challenge. No one, of course, will be an expert at everything there is, and for all we know, Mr. Hendrix, with all of his rock and roll innovation, might have been helpless as a babe behind a concert harp. I would suggest those next level rugby players may have been the benefactors of genetic predisposition coupled with environmental mentorship, not uncommon in the passing of "father to son" endeavors. So it would seem they were working on a whole 'nother playing field, but, to my way of thinking, if you put the time in, and learn that increasingly rare art of learning how to learn, you can put the hours in at least enough to last a few rounds with these seeming untouchables - which, judging by your description, would be a pretty fair level of mastery.
We gravitate towards that which we like ... I was never happy with my music in another person's hands, really. So learning to mix and master is a natural progression for me. On the other hand, I never had much call to master the piano, so I know just enough to be dangerous, and thank the almighty piano roll for helping with more stringent requirements. I have no interest in MIDI other than it allows me to sequence and plug in a MIDI keyboard. People start talking CCs and program changes and what not and I'm ready for bed.
But if I felt a strong need to learn MIDI, say, to help me pull of a string of "one man band" concerts or some such, I have no doubt that I could study up on the subject and be up to a respectable speed in short order, much as I suspect your younger rugby self could have been competing at the level of the magicians with a few extra hours to make up for whatever evolutionary or environmental advantage you did not share with the genies on the field. If I could only manage to cheat death long enough, I'm quite sure I could sort out how to do everything I'm interested in ...
Regarding Mr. Young, I actually agree with you. But then, I also feel Mr. Kilmister and Mr. Nelson are also quite deserving of respect as vocalists. But Mr. Young (less than Lemmy, understandably) was on occasion, taken to task for his singular, warbly, "get the job done" approach to singing versus the more conventional crooner. As you point out, he was a songwriter first, and has always approached as, "who better to sing my songs than me?" Which at the very least gave him a leg up on early song-factory folk such as Neil Diamond and Lou Reed. I consider myself in a similar ilk, although in my forties, not likely to be remembered or though of in such high company. But I feel like I can relate. And there are several Willie and Lemmy songs that can bring a tear to the eye, so thoughtful and emotional the delivery, in their respective genres. But not a one of those, and certainly not Mr. Eustressor, would even make it to the qualifying rounds in today's "Idol," "Got Talent," looks + vibrato = fame puppy mill of a music industry.
I'm quite enjoying this exchange, as I can never really get enough of Mr. Goodyear, nor Mr. Yot, and this Mr. Hunt grows on me with every thoughtful post. But I feel like I'm a bit drunk and talking in circles now, so I will leave you with our dear, departed Lemmy, singing a very stirring piece, called 1916 (apologies if you've already heard it, but so few seem to realize Lemmy's singing style was a choice, and he could choose otherwise when he wished):
Totally relate to your choice of words here, @richardyot - I would have the world a meritocracy, and have often behaved as such, and believed as such, and therefore been disappointed as such, when it turns out that is the world doesn't give a toss about how I'd have it. And while I've never heard the "just world fallacy," per se, I can certainly relate to it. My fave film of all time, "Unforgiven," has a great line for shooting down this delusional worldview - "Deserve's got nothin' to do with it." Exhibit A - Kid Rock.
I'm not familiar with "Searching For Sugar Man," but in the UK, you may be more familiar with the longevity and success of the Danish (I think?) band Golden Earring. It's my understanding based on some conversations with folks on trans-Atlantic fansites in the late 90s that, in Europe, at least, they were considered something like the European equivalent of The Rolling Stones, enjoying great success over the decades. (A lesser, but more fun example would be how well Venom's "satanic metal" schtick served them in the 80s). Anyway, here in the USA, Golden Earring had two big hits 8 years apart - "Radar Love" and "Twilight Zone." Virtually no one in the States realizes they were a multi-vocalist band. And you'd have to search high and low to find anyone who's heard such classics as "Murdock 9 6182" or "100 More Miles to Go." But a few stateside fans have suggested the band hasn't wanted for money, nor worked a day job for decades, due to their European success. So a band perceived as 2 hit wonders in the USA, in reality, from a more global perspective, have done quite well for themselves, well enough at any rate, and at a rate I'd certainly enjoy - unless these late 90s friends who gave me this info were smoking catnip, of course
I think I was working up a point there somewhere ... Ironic how I started off with the example of shirking off an alcoholic predisposition, and then go drifting on like the pub's resident expert ...
Talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one can see, as old Schopenhauer first said. But then he also mentioned A man never is happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something which he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with masts and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything, more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.
I also (Mister Yot) am fairly sure that our own mindsets determine much of our attitude on this subject (well, of course, duh....). You seem pugnacious on the subject, not defensive so much, but determined to prove them wrong...whereas I (rightly or wrongly) have spent much of my life being told I have lots of talent, can do anything, but.....reminds me of Yeats and his fellow Irish poet AE. AE was recognized as the natural talent, but he didn't work as hard as good old Yeats and history is the judge....Finally, and on the one subject I am sure I know about, I agree with your thoughts Mister Eustressor as regards getting better at rugby etc., but I can also tell you that the ones who were in that special place were (or are) special in a way I could never be (despite my own gifts, large physical self, inherent predilection for violence, drug enhanced performance etc etc
)....
I do particularly like the idea or image of 'the masts and rigging gone...'