Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Wind of the North
Sounds cold doesn't it? Sounds like it's going to sweep in and knock you off your feet. Sounds like it's going to be something that stays with you long after it's gone. That chill.
Le Vent du Nord (French for The Wind of the North or The North Wind) is one of my favorite bands. I finally got to see them live. And let me tell you, they live up to the hype their name evokes. They swoop in from Quebec, dazzle you with their traditional-Celtic-French-folk-newage-footstomping music, fill you with massive amounts of creative energy, and then swoop away again, leaving you in a daze that lasts for days and days and days. And days. A daze for days and days.
I often talk about surrounding myself with creativity in order to be more creative, and it just becomes more evident all the time. When I watch a magnificent and original band play I can't help but want to create myself. I can't play the fiddle like Olivier Demers, but I have stories to tell just like he does, so I write because that's what I do.
Sure, sometimes I leave one of these shows thinking, wow, I'll never be as good at what I'm doing as they are at what they're doing, but it goes away fairly quick. I'm learning that those insecurities can be harnessed into motivation. Why can't I be as good? Who says? Just me? No problem. Just write. That's all. Just type the words out. Read. Type more words. Think. Put the effort in. It's not about signing a 12 book deal. Success comes in many different ways, and I can be as good as I want to be, and I want to be great.