Right in the front row, not four feet from Christian McBride, was every performer’s bête noire. I don’t know why she came to the Blue Note, maybe it was to make her date happy. But she was yawning, checking her watch, looking around the room, fiddling with this and that, doing everything except being engaged in the music.
McBride seemed to be too professional and too experienced to get brought down by her disrespect and disengagement. Here’s what he knew: It wasn’t about him, it wasn’t about the music, it wasn’t a response to what he was creating.
Haters gonna hate.
Shun the non-believers.
Do your work, your best work, the work that matters to you. For some people, you can say, “hey, it’s not for you.” That’s okay. If you try to delight the undelightable, you’ve made yourself miserable for no reason.
Seth nails something I have come to recently – do not spend my time on those who simply do not want to listen.
I spent years trying to convince denialists if the facts. They refused to acknowledge the facts.
They lived in just what they believed, not in what was real.
Bitter experience showed me that these inhabitants of really false Cargo Cult Worlds could not be dissuaded from their unrealities.
Better to spend my time with those who still hold some connection and respect for reality.
Do you acknowledge evolution? Do you acknowledge that the world is warming? Do you acknowledge that the world is round?
Refuse to acknowledge these sorts of things and I will find someone else to spend my time with.