I feel a bit more pressure writing this post today. I started at D&AD on Friday, had a great day and saw lots of amazing creative work- blinding creative work. I mean, there were pet chickens with pet chickens, and pubs on boats, and balls transforming into words in the air (honest). That all raises the bar.
It creates a whole new level of expectations.
Lots of genius people with genius ideas about genius looking…
from their pillars of proven excellence at the young rookie entering the fray, with a degree in business, a very literal mind and limited (awful) drawing skills trying to be a creative. I always imagine when someone becomes exquisite, and I mean absolutely fucktastic, in their field, they turn into a pipe-smoking, smarty pants in a silk robe with one eyebrow raised and an audible scoff at the idea of anyone achieving what they have.
“Preposterous” he’d say between one puff of his pipe and the next.
(I don’t really believe this to be true. I’m yet to meet anyone creative, especially who’s successful, who is anything short of warm. It’s just a humourous image I like to use.)
You see, I operate a lot like Everton FC. They always act like the underdog, and they thrive off of it. I remember when I started drumming I was left in awe of Travis Barker. He was so amazing. I loved watching him play everyday because he showed me what was possible to do with a pair of sticks. I used him as my competition and it made me work harder and motivate myself awesome.
I guess I’m a scrapper at heart.
It’s the best asset I have right now. I’m a passionate storyteller and would like to sneak my way into a position where I can write nonsense for people and live adequately off of it, but my writing can only get me so far. My spirit and general noisiness also has a part to play in any success I should have.
As for the new standards, I look forward to taking them on. I’m gonna dance (like a psych patient) over them and enjoy doing so. I’ll show Lord Smarty Pants… and his pretentious pipe too.