11.04.2014

Contemplation


That's what I've been doing for the better part of a year now; contemplating life.  The person I used to be, the person I am, the person I am becoming.  How the world sees me, or doesn't see me, and how I see myself.  There are many big questions I've been seeking answers too, and as life usually does, it provides those answers in a way that is totally unexpected.  Even in a week-by-week fashion I've been totally surprised by what comes my way as long as I keep an open mind and a positive attitude.
So getting down to it, this past year has been dedicated to personal growth.  Involving myself in things that I was once too afraid to consider, pushing myself way outside of my comfort zone, and most importantly, stepping up to the plate when the time comes to preform.
I was once so afraid to take charge of anything, always looking to others for guidance and reenforcement, but I've discovered that I have an innate sense of what I should do to accomplish my goals.  It was burried inside of me all this time, and it wasn't until I found reason to trust myself that I realized that.
My biggest gateway has been photography.  I've always been in awe of the pictures on the covers of National Geographic.  I'm simply amazed at the lefel of detail, emotion and wonder that they convey.  Maybe it's partially that yellow frame, but the photos have always felt beyond me.  As if some super-human with a super-camera was taking the photos.  But something kept happening to me this summer.  I started to focus on what I was doing in both capture stage abd editing.  And as I posted my photographs on instagram, poeple started following me.  The significance of this is that my new followers were those who I consider to be those super-humans.  The people who continuously inspire me are themselves inspired by my work.  If that isn't some level of success, I don't know what is.

9.08.2014

What am I waiting for?

So many of you have asked exactly why I haven't been on the road, and I've given a few different responses, which were all true in some sense, but none of those reasons really answered the question "why?"  I am finishing college. I was attempting to start a life with a woman whom I love. I want to be closer to my family.  But why?  Why did I chose to try all of that now?  A stagnancy was building in my life.  I reached a plateau, and from that point on I had no compass.  I had been "along for the ride" for so long that I started to forget what it was that defined me, or what I thought defined me, anyway.

I mowed the lawn with my dad this past Saturday.
Let me clarify.  My father was killed in a car accident when I was 8 years old.  He was drunk, fell asleep at the wheel and hit a tree.  Game over.
So when I say that I mowed the lawn with my dad, what I mean is that I reached a certain mental state where I could see his life coincide with my life.
There I was pushing a lawn mower up and down the grass, the very same grass that my dad used to mow all those years ago.  I am now around the same age that he was when he mowed it, and I'm working the same golf course job that he did while he was here. 
When I was little, I always told him that I wanted to be just like him when I grew up, never understanding his feelings on the matter. He would tell me that I shouldn't want to work on the golf course,  but at the stage when he was both my best friend and my hero, I wanted to be just like him and there was nothing anyone could say or do to convince me otherwise.
So now, 22 years after his death, I find myself in the exact same place he was, and suddenly the past became much clearer.  I realized that he didn't want to be here doing what he was doing, but like me, he made the best of it that he could while he was here. And something about that realization really brought me back to my childhood.  I could see my life path as it has played out behind me, and I could see one path laid out before me, if I chose to go that route. I'd fall in love, I'd get comfortable and I'd settle. The past 9 years of my life will have been just a phase that I went through until I got tired of swimming against the current, and gave up for something safe and familiar.  I'd end up just like my dad.
I was having quite a "conversation" with my father and it occurred to me that since his death, some part of me has remained frozen as an 8 year-old boy, still waiting for his father to come home, never giving up hope. No one around him could see that or they did not have the heart to tell him otherwise. I never had the chance to say goodbye, no final words, nothing. I went to bed one night with a dad, woke up the next morning without one.  Because of that, a part of me refused to believe that he was really gone. Some part of me just couldn't move on.
I kept lingering on here in a holding pattern hoping for a sign from him or some acknowledgement that I'm on the right path, and I suddenly realized that it's never going to happen, I'm never going to see his ghost floating down the hallway from the corner of my eye, I'm never going to see him looking back at me in the mirror because this whole time, it was me.  I am his ghost. I've been stuck, unable to move on because of some unfinished business.  But I think I've finally finished it. I know that he's proud of who I am. I don't have to wonder anymore because I can see it. I've lived his life just like I told him I would, but I've also done things that he would be so jealous of.  My best friends are rockstars for fuck's sake!  Oh man he would have LOVED to be on tour. I used to hang out here and listen to him play guitar for hours.  He taught me all about rock n roll: Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, ZZ Top, Kentucky Headhunters, Tesla, Creedence, Lynyrd Skynyrd. I toured with Tesla, I've hung out with Lynyrd Skynyrd. Suck on that, dad! :) Somehow I just know that he's laughing about what an idiot I've been, waiting to start living my life.  The funny thing is that I've been living this whole time and never even realized it.
So for now, I'm going to finish rebuilding myself here, and after that, anything is possible.

The moral of the story that you may have heard a hundred times before: Don't let your past get in the way of your future!

8.26.2014

Summer is winding down

I've been getting a lot of que stions lately asking when I'am going to write up a new post here so you all can keep up with what's been going on with the Drew.  I know it has been several months since my last post, for that I apologize.  I said I would update regularly, and for the last few months, I did not.  But Summer is winding down, fall is approaching, I am once again back in college, and here I sit, typing away on my phone.  The reason for the delay was not due to lack of inspiration or caring, but rather lack of time and energy.  You see, I've been working 2 full-time jobs all summer, as well as improving (I think) my photography and slowly building a new business.  For those of you who haven't hear or seen, the first version of my new website is up and nearly fully-functional.  http://ThunderCellMedia.com  Be a bushel of peaches and pears and check it out and leave me some comments and suggestions!  So with that I will leave you for now, but not before giving you one of my favorite shots from the summer.  I hope you enjoy!

5.13.2014

The Purpose of Dreamers


Every day we are constantly bombarded by direction.  Work hard.  Pay attention to what you’re doing.  Stay Grounded.  We are told what is good for us and what is bad for us, which behaviors are acceptable and which behaviors are not.  Slowly, the rules of society become established in us as we journey to adulthood, and we are told that we can do anything we want, (so long as it abides by the rules.)  We conform our ways of thinking to an accepted standard, a code of conduct, without even realizing it.  We get comfortable with our established concept of reality, and we don’t like to change our understanding of it.  When an idea comes along that contradicts that standardized way of thinking, it is often met with skepticism, intolerance and outright rejection.  “You’re dreaming, get your head out of the clouds” they would say, “go do something useful.”  And just like that, a dream can be shattered.  The probability of any one dream creating a useful contribution to society is not very high, but we can not say which ideas will contribute to the future.  Many dreams have been lost right from the beginning, while some manage to limp along for decades to only be fully realized for their contributions long after their creators have passed.  What if we could skip that phase?  What if we were to embrace these dreams as real possibilities right from their inception?  For the sake of our future, we should treat our dreams as real possibilities that have the potential to become reality.


4.23.2014

Weighing in on this Photographer vs Musician debacle


In the last few days there has been quite a stir over the Band/Photographer relationship, who has rights to images and so on.  I have a very unique perspective on this subject as most of you reading this probably know.  Having been both a music photographer, as well as a tour assistant FOR a band (Pop Evil), I was regularly on both sides of the argument, usually at the same time.
I can not even guess how often I was approached by photographers who wanted to shoot the band, but it was nearly every single show.  There are a lot of factors to consider when arguments over who has the rights to the photos pop up, and it the vast majority of cases, those rights do belong to the photographer.  HOWEVER, if it was the photographer who approaches the band/management asking "Hey man, can you get me a photo pass for the show tonight??" then first of all, he's probably pretty unprofessional because that is something that should take place WELL IN ADVANCE of show day, and secondly, if you are asking the band for a favor, (a photo pass, getting in the show, etc...) then you really are forfeiting all your rights to MONETARY COMPENSATION if the band should decide to use any of your images for social media or promotional purposes.
THIS IS NOT TO SAY that the band has full rights to those images to do whatever they wish.  In the eyes of professional courtesy, the band still has the obligation to give the photographer credit for his work as well as presenting that work in an UN-ALTERED fashion, UNLESS some other agreement has been worked out ahead of time.
It's also important to realize that this works both ways.  As a photographer, you can NOT turn around and sell your images of a band for your own profit, UNLESS it has been previously discussed and agreed upon by the band, because it is THEIR likeness that you are profiting from.  Conversely, as a band, you can NOT take a photographers images and sell them for your own profit either, UNLESS it has been previously discussed and agreed upon by the photographer.  (Are you noticing a pattern here?)
Come on, guys (and girls), we're all a big family here.  We can't do this without each other, and the closer we work together, the more beneficial it will be for ALL PARTIES INVOLVED.  So in closing, get out there, have fun, be professional and DON'T BE A DOUCHE!

4.15.2014

3.25.2014

Emotional Understanding is My Anti-Depressant

You can not be happy without inner peace.
We tend to think of depression as a disease. The depression virus will infect you and there is nothing that you can do to prevent it. Once you catch the virus, there is no known cure, only the hope to suppress the depression with an ever-increasing array of chemical treatments to numb away the part of your mind that is the source of all your mental anguish. This is sadly akin to discovering a skin lesion on a child’s knee and immediately injecting Novocain in preparation for an impending leg amputation. If only we were to dig a little deeper in order to discover and understand the source, we would find that the mysterious skin lesion is nothing more than a scrape from a relatively harmless tumble on a rough sidewalk, and the only treatment needed is a little Neosporin and a Spongebob Band-Aid. Just as our ancient ancestors once regarded thunderstorms as a cruel punishment reflecting the malice and anger of the gods, we give depression a mystical aura as this dark cloud looming over us at all times, waiting to swallow us up in a storm of despair. Perhaps it is our fascination and fixation on depression as an incurable disease that is the real problem, our lack of understanding is what regards it as a dark and magical entity. But just as lightning has gone from being the work of the Gods to a simple static discharge, depression will traverse from being regarded as a destructive unavoidable plague to a common emotion that will soon pass if we have the patience to simply wait it out.

I have never been diagnosed with depression of any sort, but I have certainly lived through my fair share of depressing events. I have many solid reasons to be depressed, but I am not. At the age of 6, my parents went through a divorce. It was troubling for me, the uncertainty of what was to come, but that was grown-up stuff, I just had to accept that it was beyond my control. A couple years later, my father, who was also my best friend, was killed in a car accident. The morning I woke up to hear the news was burned into my memory, I can recall in perfect detail every emotion that I felt, every second of silence that passed. It was the single worst day of my life. That day and every day in the following 3 weeks felt like a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. Nothing was real, nothing made sense, and yet somehow I had to keep on going. I had to make sense of the world and try to find my place in it. Overnight, I had gone from being the child of divorced parents to “the man of the house” trying to learn responsibility and trying to act like a grown-up for my mother, who spent all of her time working to support herself and me, and as a result, the majority of my time was spent alone with my thoughts. At that point I had a choice to make: either let my emotions get the best of me, or try to detach from them in order to see and understand them from a much grander perspective. I opted for the latter, not because I wanted to distance myself from reality, but because I was able to recognize that the emotions were not going to disappear, and I needed to learn to go on with my life regardless of the pain. There is an unspoken belief that people share, “bad things happen to other people, not to me.” The truth is bad things happen to everyone. No one is immune to this reality, but while people are fixating on all the negative events in their lives, they fail to see the good things that happen. So why am I not depressed? Because I refuse to let negativity control my life.
Because of the nature of emotions, the experience associated with them is very abstract. There are no fancy visual charts to assess and categorize the maelstrom of sensations that stampede around inside our minds, identification is usually only possible through the outward expression of emotion. A smile, tears or shouting can be excellent indicators of individual emotions, but we rarely experience only one emotion at a time. After an exceptionally hard breakup, I turned to writing as a process to help me sort through the confusion in my head. I wrote the following passage in my journal as I was sorting through the emotional chaos.
Everything stopped and there was emptiness. Slowly, the hurt sank in; a dull throbbing that seemed to come from everywhere at once. When that faded into the background, I found my hate again, sharply focused on one person. Love was somewhere in the background screaming incoherently for some sort of reason, understanding and logic, but the feelings were too confused and broken to make any sense out of them. Hatred won out at that moment, it was there in the beginning and it was there in the end. Not a vengeful, murderous hatred, but a disgusted and baffled hatred, hating her for what she had done, but also hating myself for not seeing the warning signs.
At the time this except refers to, there was no clarity in what I was feeling, so I mentally boxed up all that emotion and set it aside for later. Usually we are told not bottle everything up inside, and while I agree with that statement, sometimes it has to be done. The trick is to not keep it locked up inside forever, but to know when to release it. After a couple of months of getting used to living without her, enough time had passed for me to go back and take a second look at all those emotions that I had boxed off. It was not an easy thing to do, some may view it as emotional masochism, but It is something that had to be done. Slowly, I brought back memories, one by one, by looking at old photographs, reading through old letters I had received, taking the time to understand exactly what I was feeling at that moment and trying to make a connection between that feeling and what I had gone through two months prior. The passage of time from the original emotional onslaught that took place inside my head allowed me to bring specific emotions to the front line and work my way through them with a clear head.
So why is it that we are seeing an ever-increasing epidemic of depression sweeping through modern society, and as a result, an ever-expanding assortment of anti-depressant drugs? This may be attributed to society’s desire for instant gratification. The current trend of prescribing medication in order to keep an individual’s emotions in-check demonstrates that there is strong desire to balance the varying mental states we humans have, but there is often little emphasis placed on self-awareness or emotional understanding. While it is true that in some cases, prescription drugs do help people to regain a sense of control over their lives, it is arguable that they are only moving sideways. Removing the oppressive symptoms of depression in order to clear a space for the only slightly less oppressive routine of regularly consuming anti-depressants is like trading a ball and chain for a slave-driver. However, considering how busy we have become as a society, that may be the easiest solution for many people, but I think there is a better way.
Society has a tendency to look for simple answers and solutions to its problems, what some would call “Band-Aid fixes.” This mentality places more importance on surface appearance than inner functionality. Going for the “quick-fix” instead of being inconvenienced with a more lengthy and thorough repair such as only settling for some minor bodywork and paint to fix a car that crashed head-on into a tree. Sure, it may look okay on the outside, but there’s still major damage under the hood. The complex chemistry of the human body cannot be repaired by a simple pill, there are many interconnected factors that contribute to human emotional states, and there is a very delicate balancing point. But if there is a chemical imbalance in my brain, shouldn’t I add more of the missing chemicals to try to get everything back in to balance? Not directly, no.
Like all complex systems, the human brain is an unimaginably intricate piece of hardware that requires all of its trillions of neural connections to work in harmony. The mind, which is the source of all our emotions, is the software that manages the brain and allows us to interact with it. Like a computer, you have hardware and software. Let’s imagine that I’m sitting at my computer typing up a paper, and it suddenly freezes. The problem could be caused by a small power surge in the circuitry, some sort of voltage imbalance in the CPU, but even if I knew exactly what was going on inside the hardware, I wouldn’t open up the case and hook a pair of jumper cables up to the circuit board in order to pump up the voltage, that would be ridiculous. My operating system (Windows) is in control of all the physical stuff inside that big metal box, so I need to start digging in to my software in order to solve my problem. Now I can’t possibly continue this discussion without referencing the philosophy “mind over matter.” The mind is in control of the body on a much deeper level than simply moving your arms, legs or telling your heart when to beat. The mind is actually capable of inducing measurable chemical and physiological changes within the body. I’m not talking about fictional Jedi mind-tricks, the human body’s ability to fix itself is something we’ve known about for years. In fact, we believe in its authenticity to such an extent that we use it in all modern clinical drug trials. What is this mysterious phenomena that I’m referring to? The Placebo Effect.
In common knowledge, a placebo is an inert pill that does not have any effect on the body. Basically it is the equivalent of a Tic-Tac without the fresh breath. During clinical trials for drug testing, subjects are often given placebos instead of the actual drug as a control. At the end of the trials, the percentage of people who recovered from their illnesses due to the new drug is compared with the percentage of people who recovered while only receiving a placebo to determine the effectiveness of the drug in contrast to people who will just get better on their own without the help of medication. That is the primary purpose of a placebo, but the “placebo effect” refers to the phenomenon of people who mysteriously get better while on a placebo when there is no medical reason why they should. For instance, imagine a cancer patient who has several large aggressive tumors throughout her body. She doesn’t know or care what all the technical jargon means or where the tumors are actually located within the body because it is all too scary to think about. She is told about a clinical trial for a new drug that may help to reduce the size of the tumors. Without knowing exactly what the drug is supposed to do, our patient decides that the possibility of recovery is enough for her to base a decision on, so she signs up. She doesn’t know it, but she is selected to be part of a control group and will only be receiving a placebo, not the new drug treatment. At the end of the trials, she is happy to learn that the new drug worked and her tumors have shrunk to almost nothing, some have even disappeared. That’s wonderful news, except she never received the drug, nor did she even know exactly how it was supposed to work, so how is this possible? “A concept of a successful response to a drug was neither necessary nor sufficient to initiate the actual changes observed in response to being administered a placebo pill” (Frenkel 67). That’s the placebo effect. The belief in an outcome is enough to elicit real physiological changes within the body: mind over matter.
So the mind in in control of the body, but who or what is in control of the mind? Ideally, we are all in control of our own minds, and because of that, we are in control of our bodies. This seems both obvious and paradoxical at the same time. If my mind is what makes me who I am, then that means that my mind is in control of my mind? Bingo. The first step for me to be in control of my mind, is to be aware of myself. I think most of us have that covered at a basic level. But there are many levels of awareness and understanding, being able to ask an answer the question “Why?” is perhaps the most important aspect of comprehension: “Why am I sad?” The vast majority of us would answer that question with an external reason: “I am sad because Julie was mean to me.” That response will fulfill most needs in society, but it’s not really addressing the real reason. A much better and more insightful answer would be “I am sad because when Julie called me gumpy, it stirred up my own insecurity about feeling awkward and clumsy.” What makes that a much better answer is that it shows an understanding of how my emotions can be affected by those around me. The ability to comprehend emotions is called emotional intelligence, and it refers not only to a person’s ability to perceive and understand their own emotions, but also the ability to identify the emotions of other people around them. A person who does not develop an understanding of their emotions or how they have an effect on focus, drive, stress or physical health will more likely become victim to their emotions, feeling like a child, helplessly kicking and screaming against responsibility and self-control.
Ongoing research is starting to point toward low emotional intelligence as the root-cause of most types of depression-related disorders. More specifically, depression is the result of a failure to understand emotions and how they are connected with reality. The Mayer-Salovey-Caruso Emotional Intelligence Test, an ability-based test, centers around four interrelated criteria for defining emotional intelligence: “perceiving emotions, using emotions to facilitate thought, understanding emotional information and regulating emotions” (Emotional Intelligence and Mental Disorder). It is important to note that the results of this test do not make any assumption about cognitive intelligence or social ability, nor is it intended to be a reflection of personality or character.
A new trend in emotional education is known as social-emotional learning, or SEL. Noted scientific journalist Jennifer Kahn recently published an article in the New York Times examining the implementation of SEL in American public and private schools, detailing its promising results due to its grander goal “to instill a deep psychological intelligence that will help children regulate their emotions” as opposed to the Band-Aid prevention programs that only direct their focus on the outcomes of emotional instability. According to Kahn, “attributes like self-restraint, persistence and self-awareness might actually be better predictors of a person’s life trajectory than standard academic measures.” So while the majority of time in traditional education is spent on learning cognitive skills such as math, science or literature, hardly any time is devoted to teaching children how to understand and use their own minds. For those children who are lucky enough to already have their emotions figured out, or are exceptionally good at those cognitive skills, this isn’t much of an issue because they will be able to skate through their schooling without much difficulty. But for those who are less cognitively-inclined, trying to master those subjects can be the source of a great amount of stress and frustration, making those children feel like second-rate citizens who will never be good-enough in the view of society. Following that train of thought, it is easy to see how many children can have a head-start towards a life supplemented by a constant flow of anti-depressants by the time they reach adolescence.
It will be interesting to see if SEL will continue to become more present in our lives as time goes on, and what effect it will have on the quality of our lives. The real key to its success lies in our own ability and desire to implement it successfully, and our patience to stick with it long enough to see some real and definitive results. Because social change happens slowly patience is the real requirement here. We must be patient with SEL and give it time to work, just as we must be patient with our emotions and give them they time they need to evolve, not try to force them into complacence by popping some pills. While we’re waiting, why not examine them a little more closely and try to understand why it is that they work the way they do. I bet your discoveries will surprise you.