I wish I could talk to every aspiring live entertainer, one-on-one, while they’re still fresh and enthusiastic, and haven’t yet become jaded and soul-crushed.
I’d walk in, point at him, and demand, “You! Stand up. Tell me your story. What are you going to do? What are your goals? What’s your dream?”
And as he starts, I’ll cut him off with, “Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.”
And if he *DOES* shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down, I’ll tell him to stand the fuck back up.
I would do that because, when I was just starting, nobody ever told me to stand the fuck back up, but if someone had – as simple as it seems – it would have saved me a TON of frustration, confusion, and anger in this showbiz journey. So I’m telling you now: stand the fuck back up.
Because showbiz is FILLED with shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down, and you can’t let something as little as shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down derail you.
You’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from club owners and event-planners and booking agents, you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from more than a few unruly audiences, you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from fellow entertainers who are envious of your originality, you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from professional critics and anonymous internet douchebags alike, you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from industry suits who think they know your voice and audience better than you do, and you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from your closest family and friends when they try to convince you to walk away from your aspirations so you can be just as unhappy as they are, out of jealousy that is thinly-veiled as “caring.”
And – worst of all – you’re gonna get shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down from that little voice in your head. That’s the tough one.
But you gotta keep plugging away, keep working, keep writing, keep creating, keep experimenting, keep getting onstage, keep believing in yourself, and keep sticking to your guns, despite all the shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down.
Stand up tall… look your shut-the-fuck-up-and-sit-the-fuck-down square in the eyes… and tell it to SHUT THE FUCK UP and SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
Because you’ve got a lot of motherfuckers to prove wrong.
If you’re an entertainer… click here:
You can thank me later.
”A true great artist at heart never ceases to create, continuously amazes and keeps sharing his gift despite barriers, judgement, fears and dreaded myths. If you stopped being creative out of fear or loss of self-esteem or pride, you were never an artist first and foremost for you have ran away from your true calling.”
– Elizabeth E. Castillo