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    Wednesday
    Jun192013

    Two Close

    Don’t get too close
    You may not like what you see
    Don’t get too far away either
    And then abandon me

    Don’t ask too many questions
    Then I won’t have to lie
    Just know enough about me
    So when I want to I can hide

    When we’re making love
    I can’t stare into your eyes
    It’s too scary for me
    To be seen so deep inside

    When you want more of me
    I’m likely to shut down
    Letting you in so close
    Makes me feel like I’ll drown

    I want to be beautiful
    You think I am
    Why can’t I believe you
    You tell me I can

    The closer we get
    I am more terrified
    Even though the air that love breathes
    Is so rarified


                - Clint Piatelli

     

    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleJeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Monday
    Jun172013

    Super Hero Sensibility

           Two of my close friends were kibitzing via text one day. One of them asked the other “Why does Clint wear so many super hero t-shirts?” The other responded “I don’t know. I haven’t figured that out.”.
           When one of my friends told me about this exchange, I chuckled. Then she asked me, point blank, about the super hero shirts. I thought about the question, but only for literally, a few seconds. I wanted my response to be raw and spontaneous, not over thought. So I said, “Could it be as simple as the fact that I find them really fun to wear, and I like how they look on me?”.
           On the surface level, it really is that simple. As always, though, I like to dig deeper and get to more. And although there are a lot of layers to me, probably more than there are with most, we are all multi layered beings. I find it fascinating, exciting, revealing, and fun, to do a deep dive and uncover more about what people are about; more about what’s going on inside them; to a place of deeper truth. It is a wonderful way to connect to someone, on a deeper level, a more intimate level, and it helps me understand them.
           It also helps them understand themselves better. Or at least, it has great potential for that. How often are we asked to go deeper into ourselves and get to something else? Not often enough, I say. When there is an exchange between two or more people, whether I’m asking you to go deeper or you’re asking me, there is great opportunity for both of us to discover more about each other, about ourselves, and indeed about the relationship. That’s a beautiful thing. It’s a stepping stone to a deeper friendship, or a deeper love, because of the very true phrase “Love Through Understanding”. We have the chance to love each other more when we understand each other. And we have the chance to love ourselves more when we understand ourselves better as well.
            If I dig a little deeper into the super hero t-shirt question, I find that the fun element has more to it. What exactly is “fun” about wearing the symbol of The Flash? It speaks to something deeper about me. I thrive on engaging people, on connecting to people. And my Flash t-shirt helps me do that. Because it illicits a response from some. And that response is a connection. A brief one sometimes. like someone saying to me “The Flash!”. I smile at them, point, sometimes give them a high five, and that’s it. But that feels good to me. For a brief moment in time, I engage and connect to a complete stranger. The world doesn’t seem so big and scary. I don’t feel so separate from all of humankind. I experience a oneness and a sense of community with this person, and indeed, the entire world, in that brief moment. All from that little, seemingly insignificant interaction. All from wearing a super hero t-shirt.
           Sometimes that brief connection leads to a whole conversation, which leads to a little deeper connection, an exchange of ideas, emotions, and even phone numbers. All because I decided to wear the bright red t-shirt with the lightning bolt on it instead of the black one with an embossed alligator over the nipple. Well, truth be told, I actually don’t own any of those alligator shirts. But you get the point.
           There are, I’m sure, those who look at me in my super hero t-shirt and make fun of me. Not to my face, but to themselves, or to their buddy sitting next to them. I’ve felt the hostile stares from some. That’s the risk you run when you do something, anything, even slightly outside the norm, or different, or unconventional. My preference would be to somehow connect to those people who are judging or ridiculing me. Many of them wouldn’t be interested in getting to know the person they are directing such negativity towards, but some would. Wouldn’t it be great if one of them came up to me and asked me “What is up with the shirt?”. That would start a conversation. And that conversation could lead to a connection, and who knows what else.
           I understand why most people would never do that. But I raise it as a possibility, and to illustrate a point. And to say that I personally would not find that kind of behavior strange or off putting. Different, yes, but I would welcome it. It would give me a chance to connect to another person. To get to know them a little better. They would have the opportunity to know me a little better too. They may, after a conversation, understand me better. And that may lead to a mutual feeling of connection to humanity, and a sense that we are all in this thing together. And as I’ve said, that’s a beautiful experience. Maybe it would be for them too.
           There’s also the possibility that they walk away from the conversation thinking I’m a complete jackass. That’s the chance you take when you risk engagement and attempt to connect to another. There’s no guarantee for success. Which is another reason why people don’t do it more often.
            Kids connect to super heroes because they represent something exciting, powerful, and larger than life. I still connect strongly to those concepts, and therefore still connect to t-shirts with super hero logos on them. I haven’t lost my ability to relate to fantasy and magic. Magic is indeed everywhere. We just have to be open to it; we have to turn up the gain on our Internal Magic Radar Detector. It’s in the sky at sunset. It’s in the smile a friend gives you when they greet you. It’s in your lover’s desire for you in the bedroom.
           And it’s in my Green Lantern t-shirt........


    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.  

    Thursday
    Jun132013

    The Rock Star

           The Rock Star. I’m talking the real Rock Star. Not the poseur. Not the one who’s faking it. Not the phony one with no soul. Not the one who’s just acting. Those are called boy bands.
           The Rock Star I’m describing is the one who plays from his heart, from the depths of his emotional substance. He’s the one up there on stage, bleeding for his audience. He’s bearing his soul, and exorcising his emotional demons in front of tens, or hundreds, or thousands. A model of vulnerability, letting it all hang out.
           It is through that vulnerability that he connects to us. He’s showing us who and what he is in this moment, allowing us to peer inside, and see all of him. Real and authentic and doing it in front of as many people as he can.
           Like his music or not, that kind of exposure takes courage. That kind of exposure has Thrasos (in Greek mythology, Thrasos was the personified concept of boldness). Pouring his soul in front of a crowd has a gravitas that we connect to. The Rock Star is a vast spectacle of human behavior and human emotion. He writes music from the depths of his soul and then has the audacity to perform it on stage, to share it with the world. For all to see. How fuckin’ outrageous.
           No wonder we love the Rock Star.


    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Wednesday
    Jun122013

    Two Sides of Countless Facets

    Individual songs are like individual facets on a gem of countless sides. Each important piece of music in my life represents a different angle from which life is lived; a different vista through which I experience the world; a different shade of a particular emotional color. 

    That’s one of the magical properties of art; it’s ability to transcend the everyday and catapult us into the sacred. Music can be a religious experience for me. I’m not alone in that. Music is the great connector. Across all races, creeds, people.

    Presented here are two songs, in video form because they are easier to access on a website than audio files. They each represent a different piece of me. I feel differently when I listen to each, just as Sunday feels different than Saturday, and Christmas feels different than Thanksgiving.

     

    “Hauntingly Beautiful” is how I would describe Nothing Left To Lose. A beckoning love song that brings up pain within that I have yet to completely let go of, and memories of people I love who are gone. I connect to my own experience of wanting so badly to try again, with gorgeous reckless abandon, with someone I loved with every cell in my body. The melody and the words are captivating enough, but, like all great music, the whole is infinitely and mysteriously greater than the mere sum of the parts. 

     

    The last two minutes of the nine minute opus Lateralus by Tool can be experienced as a separate song in it’s own right. Powerful Beyond Measure is how I feel this one. This is a groove so intense that I feel it literally move the blood inside of me. This is primal. This is wild. This is sexy. And Watching Danny Carey drum this is like watching Music Pornography With A Happy Ending.    

    I am the passionate, deep feeling, tender soul. And I am the powerful wild animal. Somewhere in you, there are your own unique versions of both as well. Find them. Get to know them. They need to come out. 

    Maybe music can help you do that. It certainly helps me.

    Tuesday
    Jun112013

    David And Steven And Me

           Someone close to me told me that I presented the problem of “Sensory Overload”. Especially when you first meet me. She said "You are an awful lot to take in. The way you dress; your physique; your energy; your aura. And then when I talk to you, I get a sense of your depth, and sensitivity, and intelligence, and your unique take on things. It can be overwhelming."
           Here’s what may seem contradictory to some, but to me it's simply the ocean I swim in. I wear what I wear because I like how I feel in it. I like how it looks on me. It’s an inside out thing. My sense of style is born within and then physically manifested. My inner sense of style happens to be extremely fond of bright colors, shiny things, clothes with graphics, jeans with some bling, and jewelry, to name a few elements.
           When I'm at a club and hear music I dig, I like to dance. If I'm with someone, I'll want to dance with them. If I'm alone, I'll ask someone. I don’t care if anyone else is dancing or not. Why should I? I’m dancing because I want to, and so does the person I'm dancing with. It’s a team sport.
           I get that there is a high degree of self consciousness that comes with dancing in front of people. And I get that it prevents many from doing so. But my desire to dance is born not from anything other than the fact that music deeply moves me. If there are very few people on the dance floor, and bystanders happen to be looking at me, well that’s just a byproduct of my choice to let the music reach me.
           I don’t do it for attention. I do it because it feels good and it’s not hurting anybody. It’s a big world. If you don’t like what you see, don’t look.
           I am less inhibited than most. I will post something outrageous, say and do things that are different, and do what comes naturally with less concern over what people are going to think of me. But it's all born out of what feels right. It's all born out of creativity. It's all born out of the joy and fun and vitality of vibrant self expression, and using that expression to connect to others.   
           That puts some people off, and I understand that. I will sometimes say or do things that are far outside the norm, that push an envelope, that push a button. Especially for people who may describe themselves as “conservative” or “reserved” on behavioral fronts.
           Do I sometimes cross a line, or push it too far? Yes, to some I do. That’s a byproduct of living more out loud. But my actions have never had such dire consequences that the holes can’t be filled. And if I hurt somebody, I sincerely apologize. If it’s a big enough transgression, in addition to apologizing and making a further amend, I’ll look at what I did, go inside myself, and learn something from it.
           Despite the apparent cavern between myself and the conservative or reserved person, there is much we can learn from each other. Sometimes a more toned down perspective is what I need to see things more clearly, to asses a situation better, and to act more effectively and in a manner consistent with who I am. I value that. I won’t get into what they could learn from me. I’ve talked about that plenty in lots of post on this website.
           What I present to the world may seem at odds with how I am with someone one on one. But the contexts are so radically different. How, through dress, does one project vulnerability? Or depth? Or sensitivity? Or intelligence? Or a huge heart? Would dressing like a hippie communicate that better? Those qualities can not be effectively transmitted by how one looks or dresses. So leave them off the table.
           Let’s say I’m at a party. I’ve been to plenty, thrown plenty, so what I’m about to say is backed by many years of experience and countless examples. At that party, I am just as likely to get into a deep discussion about emotional availability with someone as I am to do a unique version of “My Way” via Karaoke. I am just as likely to discuss the marvels of the universe or my fascination with the weather as I am to dance. I am just as likely to recant an emotional and touching story about my father as I am to get up on stage and drum with the band. I am just as likely to shed a tear as I am to laugh out loud. I am just as likely to tell the woman I’m with how beautiful she is, how madly in love with her I am, and how much I’m looking forward to ripping her clothes off and ravishing her once we get home.
           How is that unreconcilable? How is that contradictory?
           Take a look at Steven Tyler, or in his heyday, David Lee Roth. Outrageous characters. Totally out there. Wild. Flamboyant. Colorful. Unique. Uninhibited. Way Outside The Box. One on one, in interviews, and I’m guessing with their partners, they brought something much different. Intelligent conversation. A certain gentleness. Depth. Sensitivity. Vulnerability.
           But look at the contexts of being out in the world at large versus being intimate with someone. Totally different. It’s all them. The outrageousness, the depth, the tenderness, the sensitivity. It’s all of me. If you can hold all of it, Steven, David, and I (it’s not lost on me how funny it feels to mention myself in the same breath as those two legends and speak of them like old friends), we bring both sides to both contexts. We bring elements of all sides to all contexts. There is a great depth and sensitivity that one brings to acting so out loud. Maybe it’s not apparent. But because it’s real, it comes from within. It’s not an act. The colorfulness happens to be a part of them that translates very well on stage. But there’s lots behind it. When Steven Tyler struts and preens and dances on stage, he’s doing it to his own music, both physically and metaphysically. He wrote the stuff that he’s bleeding on stage. And his inner music, his passion, his creativity, is guiding him in his movements, gestures, behaviors, actions, words.
           If you can’t see the sensitivity and depth there, maybe you’re not looking hard enough. Or maybe you’re letting your own limiting beliefs about who people can be, how vast and expansive they can be, get in your way. Maybe you just can’t hold that a person can be so outrageous and so deep at the same time, and that both elements are there in all they do, whether they are preening on stage, having a heart felt conversation, dancing their ass off, or making love. If you don’t believe it’s possible to be all that, and more, and still be completely consistent with the whole of the being, then maybe you are severely limiting all that you can be. Maybe you are in denial about parts of yourself that need to come out more. Maybe that inability to reconcile and understand and accept and embrace all that, whether you like them or not, says a lot more about you than it does about them.
            

    ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.