Did crowdfunding make it okay to talk about money?

Since Kickstarter started people have gotten use to the idea of crowdfunding. “You like this idea? Well if you give us money, we can make it work.” This made me wonder, are people afraid to talk about something as personal as money? We’re always afraid to tread on people’s toes but in our heads we classify people by their wealth inadvertently. I do that, I classify by money now and then. It’s a trait I need to loose.

Amanda Palmer did a TED talk and now has a book named: The Art of Asking. In between what all she asks, she also asks for one of the most obvious things: money. Her kickstarter fund for her album got close to $1.2 million. But then there’s the guy who just wanted to raise $10 for a potato salad and ended up getting close to $55 000, he even threw a party. He really got more than he bargained for.

Locally we’ve had “well supported” Indiegogo funds, not everyone reach their target. The two I know of, Jeremy Loops and Stone Cold Jane Austen, JL released his album and SCJA will be released by Nu Metro in 2015. But still I ask “does it make it easier to talk about money?” I went to a local gig and the musician had to ask everyone if they have paid (it was a house gig) and I could see him cringe just a bit. Is it still taboo in SA to ask for money?

I grew up in a house where money never was discussed. As a kid I never got pocket money. When my parents divorced I knew money was a problem. My dad got married again and as a teenager, I only started earning pocket money by data capturing people’s IRP 5s. (I stopped this because of my number dyslexia.) I worked in a shop – the poor customers that had to wait – and got fired by a racist lady who said, if you followed me on Twitter you’ll sort of know this – that she couldn’t keep me on as she had to pay me minimum wage but she did have to do that for black people. I was glad I left, also glad her shops went under.

Money never became a relevant thing to me until I started realising that it makes the world go round. To be honest, I grew up poor. My mother couldn’t make two ends meet. I knew how it was going to bed still hungry. They say poor families are the happiest, well not this one. I only knew the luxury of money as a teenager.

This year has taught me a lot about money. I don’t have a stable income anymore. I had to buy new glasses – THEY ARE EXPENSIVE – and generally any other things that is deemed essential. I don’t want to rely on others, but my situation has made me so. I’m afraid to ask people for money because I know that it’s a pressure point. Which means I suck at asking clients for money. Because of my upbringing, money is still a difficult subject.

No matter how many crowdfunding ventures there are, money is not an easy thing to talk about. We do not want other people to know when we are struggling, but sometimes we want to make it known to the world that we’ve made it. We buy flashy cars and do expensive things. And even then there are still people who struggle with their money as they buy these things on loans and with money that they should rather save.

Crowdfunding has maybe opened the door where we are more comfortable to ask for things when the ‘project’ is right. But I won’t be able to ask for someone to fund my novel. It’s my thing and I should be able to do it myself – maybe I am just stubborn – and no one else is allowed to talk to me about money. But maybe crowdfunding has started to break down barriers that we’ve put up, no one knows and the future is unpredictable. Maybe this is the step in the right direction.

Life Scares Me

I am an adult, or rather I get classified as one. I am an adult but I refuse to accept it. I want to do stupid things and not worry about the consequences. I want to take responsibility of my life but still be free to do whatever I please, they are not mutually exclusive. I am supposed to be the grownup and know what I am doing. Little does anyone know, I don’t know the answers to everything. You see your peers suddenly fall behind or speed ahead and you feel like there’s a secret formula that they have worked out and you don’t know what it is. I still freak out when people ask me what I want to do with the rest of my life, but to be honest – I still have not worked out that part of life either. I have no idea what I am doing. I don’t think I will ever know what I am doing, because my head is still in the clouds. Maybe one day I will come down to Earth, but today is not the day.

A year ago, I was restless. I knew work was coming to an end and I had less and less things to do, which meant I filled it with useless nonsense or did all the work I needed to do on a Tuesday and Thursday and that was really it. I sat around looking at varsity applications, crying internally as I just knew that even though I wanted to study for the sake of learning. I would never do it.

I also remember the first time someone asked me, seriously, what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I was sitting in the Afrikaans class and the teacher wanted to know us, so Hadeda (that was her nickname) asked everyone and in the last row relatively to the back I quipped – I want to be a writer. She was amused and not encouraging. I “wrote” my first spin on little red riding hood at about 6 – I even illustrated it. I knew I loved art and I loved words, it was the few things that made me feel like me. But as always I went through different phases. I wanted to be a doctor, a paramedic, a computer engineer and a graphic designer. I tell you, I had weird ideas as a teenager.

I am not the same person I was a year ago. Things change you, circumstances change you and life in general changes you. And it honestly feels like I am lost. I have friends and family who got engaged or married and I am truly happy for them, because why be angry at something you’ve never had or never have experienced. It feels like they have grown up and they know that the two of them will figure out life together. I have friends and family that have kids and they are truly content, I do not envy them, as having kids are a lifelong commitment that I am just not ready for. That moment that I was in that classroom comes back like it was yesterday, even though it was 9 years ago. The person who sat in front of me is now engaged. I used to pull her long blonde hair to get her attention, because that is what friends do. We annoy each other and they get used to your passive aggressive ways.

My head is still in the clouds. I am not sure when last it saw the earth or even felt the rain that my hands do. It lingers and looks and wonders. It dream’s dreams that I wish I could achieve. Maybe fall in love or find that job or finish this book. It looks around in awe at things that I wish and I hope. Small things, little things and sometimes the big things. Life is not easy and I envy those who have parts figured out. Those who carry on with life like it is a breeze and things around them are just as simple as abc. I fear for myself sometimes as I sit and read and worry. I wonder if I will ever get somewhere or be someone or make friends again. I wonder if I will end up in a house on my own and drink away whatever pain the day has given me. Life is not easy and sometimes the small things bring you down. Like how one person smiles at another and you just know it is love. Or, how one phone call changes things and the person’s eyes sparkle and you know today is a good day to be at work.

There are no roadmaps for life. There are no batteries included. It is just as it is. It feels like I am failing life and some days I just believe I can do anything. I still feel like a teenager, as if I just woke up and crawled out of a cocoon. Life just started to happen and I fell off the earth. Some days I feel like I have lived life a million times and I cannot take it anymore.

Maybe, maybe I will never be ready. I will have crumby jobs because I am afraid to take a step further and do what I need to do. I just have to run with it and realise that there are so many that have no idea what they’re doing. That’s why my 23rd birthday bothers me. Am I supposed to have figured out stuff or am I still allowed to make mistakes? Will anyone ever take me serious or will there forever be prejudices? There are still so many questions and there are even less answers. Why is it so difficult to live life?

I may be and adult, I may just start figuring out life now. I may have one or four crumby jobs – the hope of art and writing still there at least. But I hope to have the mind to ask and enquire and make sure. I hope the fears fade and I let people in and not drive them away. I hope that I will one day inspire someone or feel inspired to do things, because that’s what makes life interesting and worth living. Asking questions and being afraid sometimes lead you to do things you never thought you’d do. Sometimes saying the whimsical yes may just help you or free you.

And I hope I will listen to people and not smother them. Take a breathe and drink a cup of coffee while they talk and sit in silence, not being afraid. I hope to be patient and kind, but also strong and secure. Because I am not the only one.

We Need Our Heads Checked Durban

I rarely go out these days, I can actually count the times I’ve actually done something on two hands. I am not a hermit by choice. It’s a bit more complicated than that. I need to give you a bit of background, I don’t live in Central Durban, I live on the outskirt in Suburbia. Which I love, sometimes. I don’t drive – for obvious and not so obvious reasons – just ask me and I will tell you. I went out on Wednesday. Which meant I could finally see Joshua Grierson live. I’m going to plug his music, because I can. If you want to see him live (which I recommend) and live in Cape Town – check out the events here. If you missed him, because logistics, check out his soundcloud here. His music has the power to wake you up, even though you’re wide awake. He himself is interesting, there are still so many questions and so many thing I would like to say. This was not the usual gig I’ve ever gone to. It was held at someone’s home. Most of the guys that rocked up there mostly knew each other, I think there was a total of 6 people that didn’t know anyone else. So we just formed our own clique. Which meant I was not the idiot standing there behind Grierson’s back, doing the impression of an awkward penguin. It’s strange what music does to people, it breaks down inhibitions and awkward moments. The guys here really loved music and we got chatting about something that has been bothering all of us. I know I said I only knew the musician (sort of) but I ran into an acquaintance and we chatted for a while with different people afterwards. These are the two things they bought up:

  • People not going to gigs
  • Lack of venues

This is Durban, we’re known for not turning up at anything for some lame reason. I sort of have a legit reason, but if I really want to go somewhere I will try and make a plan. Even though it mostly does not work out – as I have a different taste of music than the people around me. Also it’s not about not catering to different people’s tastes – recently a hip hop artist cancelled their Durban date – people are just not making the effort to do anything. If I had the money and ability I would devour any gigs that came this way. Are we so chilled that we think other people might go just to support the artist? Are those who do go, mostly the only people who do go to these events? What is wrong with us? Are we really just not that into music, which I refuse to believe, that we won’t even bother? In the same breath I will ask you, if you’re not supporting local or international acts, why are you complaining that bands are starting to skip Durban? I know I am part of the problem, tomorrow night (8/11) Bittereinder’s playing Live! and I am not going. But the thing is, they are going to be here.They’re not overlooking Durban, hell I’m glad they’re playing here. Another thing is – lack of venues. A lot of places closed down. Not just on here or there, I mean a lot of places closed down. There’s only a few left that people are willing to venture to. (Even I, who live “up the hill” venture down to Durban to just the obvious places.) I know it’s become a problem. It’s not really the lack of people that did that but rather requiring licences and so forth. But it sort of links to the previous problem, less people are now going to watch a new musician/band/group or even a nice musician/band/group. If people started making an effort would new places start opening up again? I don’t know. To those who support local and international if they’re playing Durban – I salute you! Because you’re not living up to the label that Durban has generated for itself. Just wake up and go listen, I promise you will experience things that you’ve never had and you might just fall in love with more music.

Things never turn out as you expected it to

Over the past year this is what I have done:
• Was jobless
• Admin temp that made me feel like I was dying for 4 months
• Started online courses
• jobless again
• Started writing my second novel
• Stopped my first draft of my first novel because it started draining me
• Started writing blogs for a computer game website
• Started investing more time in short stories
• Started drawing/painting again
• Got my learners again
That’s not a bad list at all! I am now more a freelancer than ever before.

To put things in perspective. I should have matriculated in 2009, I only did that in 2012 because my parents thought home schooling would be a great idea. So my matric year and 2010 I tried home schooling. That didn’t work out. I went back to school at the end of 2011 and then got everything I needed by end 2012. I had an apprenticeship ready for 2013 and it was only going to last a year. So 2014 I was supposed to go to university but lack of funds and life itself stopped it.

It’s now the 4th term of the year. I’m not going to university next year. I’m writing, getting paid to write and doing art. I should be happy. Truth be told, I feel like a failure.

I’m turning 23 soon and I feel like an utter failure. I never got to study further and that sucks. I’m not changing the world one step at a time. I still don’t have my drivers licence. No first date. I haven’t finished my novel. I haven’t travelled the world, though I have travelled South Africa extensively. I have become a recluse. I still can’t write a cv.

I’ve never really had a life plan, because I didn’t see myself even turning 20. And now it feels like I’m failing life.

My two goals for 2015 are: move to Cape Town and finish my novel. That’s all I really want right now. I would love to go travelling but that won’t ever happen. I would love to study, I’ll just take my online MOOCs as it will never be anything else.

But here’s to October and new beginnings! Here’s to finally figuring out how to write that damned cv. And here’s to hopefully go on that stupid first date, I really don’t want to be a cat lady.

For the Love of Local Music

I have had this post going around in my head for a few weeks now. You may just have to read that sentence again, but it’s ok – you may find my head a bit weird. I have not always known the difference between South African and International music. I was a naïve girl, who grew up with eclectic tastes as a kid – prompted by Jacaranda FM and whatnot(read: parents).

I didn’t even know what I really liked until I was 12. I remember as a 10 year old walking past a music shop (on our way to buy the “new” Harry Potter) and seeing the Linkin Park cd, I told my dad: ‘Don’t worry, I won’t ever listen to that.’ I then went through a phase and listened to that for 2 years. Before that I listened to Josh Groban and Evanescence (oh, the irony). I listened to the Parlotones (or however you spell it). After this I discovered the internet and MySpace, I also discovered Pure Volume. I loved Pure Volume, it gave me so many new music to listen to, even though it was not local.

Then came the most awesome thing ever. On dstv this awesome channel was launched. I didn’t have to watch crap music videos anymore that had no relevance to me. I didn’t have to sneakily watch TRL to see what the latest music was. I have to thank the Parlotones for their ‘eye opener’. I fell in love with local music from that day onward. I discovered MK89, which then changed to MK. I got to experience new music, better than 5fm ever did for me. 5fm just playlisted whatever they thought were viable for their market. I was someone who would absorb music as fast as I could.

I remember watching music videos for bands that I have never heard of again and new bands that somehow got stuck in your head. My one example for that is Jeremy Loops, I saw the music video for ‘Howling (Mission to the Sun)’ and got so excited. I was extremely excited about his music. Now, a few years later, I remember that moment I saw/heard his music for the first time and telling people about it (and no one listening to me as always), I have a cd and I have seen him live a few times. The same could be said for Cassette and their interesting videos that just get replayed over and over in your head (it sometimes happen now, while I am busy typing this – yes, that music video you guys shot in someone’s backyard in London or wherever)

I remember watching really bad music videos with good music. I also got into strange music. (All of this I blame on Jax Panik). I got my fix on aKing and Fokof. I got introduced to Ashtray Electric, whom I love so much that they were my calm down music for a while, and listened to crap music. I didn’t know who to share my music love with. I didn’t know any of my peers who liked local music. The only people who listened local were a bunch of guys in my class in high school and we never really mingled.* I was on a one woman mission to get to know good music from bad. But I also learned something valuable – how to listen to local music: without prejudice.

We are in a global community, we all share things and listen to things. But have you ever wondered about the Australian music scene? I have come across a lot of articles and people who praise their music scene. People don’t really need to make it internationally to be recognised for what they are doing. They can be supported in their own country. Which I think is fantastic. I’m not talking support where they need a day job and a million other jobs, but proper support that they can carry out what they love doing: make music. Which makes other people happy. Now and then their music gets picked up internationally and they grow – like Wolfmother – to have an international fanbase. This happens to South African music as well and I get extremely happy when it does happen. Because good music needs to be heard by everyone.

The things with local music is that they still don’t get the support and opportunity to showcase their talent. Of course there are streams like twitter, facebook and other people’s blogs. There’s also soundcloud and other streaming apps, but that doesn’t help much. I know I am missing out on great music since MK died a slow death (or might be dying a slow death). I don’t have the time to go stream their services live, I am not always in wifi zones. I don’t know of honest radio stations that make it their point to showcase music that I might like. I haven’t even listened to normal radio in more that a year and a bit. And even then it was just to listen to one show on a Thursday night (hi Jon), that 5fm culled. I loved listening to Texxed Up as they played rad music (hey Tecla) and they played local stuff.

I live in the ‘burbs. Inner city Durban is way to far for me. I have been to Live the Venue and it is magnificent but I really need to love your music that much to travel down to it. I don’t have money lying around that I can spend whenever just on music, even though I wish I could. The latest discoveries I made on twitter were Michael Lowman and Joshua Grierson, that was by chance anyhow. I followed them and then listened to their music. I have a huge respect for them as well, as they carry on trying to get out there even as out there as you can be. It is not easy at all and for the love of local music I am sad that I am missing so much. I want to support local, because local is lekker. It truly is, there is so much to be heard. I want to hear it all but where is a platform that will showcase it?

I want opportunities where I can listen to local music and get excited again. I want my friends to listen local and not just international. That bugs me a lot, that people just want to listen international and refuses to see the talent there is locally. There are great musicians, who write fantastic lyrics and not repeat the word ‘baby’ a million times. Yes, there are those bands/musicians as well, but you can refuse to listen to them if you want to. Or if it is your thing – go ahead listen. Last note, I really love music, I love local and I wish more people could listen to it.

*Saw those guys a few weeks ago and they were more surprised to see me than I was seeing them.

“… he cried.”

This morning I got up early to write. Which is an odd thing in itself as I try to put off writing until any other time that I can get. I would rather write at 2 am before going to sleep, than getting up at 2 am to write. I wrote one sentence. That’s how far I got, one sentence. It just said: “… he cried.”

Over all the years of reading as a kid, teenager and now as a faux adult, I can count on one hand that I’ve ever read of a male character crying. Is it so shameful to cry? Do males get told to not cry? I have to confess, I don’t like crying. I hate crying. Also, I don’t cry that often; but that’s me. I have a big family, 1 real brother and 3 step brothers, which makes me the eldest and the middle child at the same time. I’ve seen them all cry. Some of them cry easier than I do, some of them even prefer crying. I’ve seen by dad cry, uncles and male cousins cry. I’ve seen men cry that I don’t even know.

Why is it shameful for writers to write about crying, isn’t it what people do? Aren’t we all just human? Crying is also part of your body doing a bit of a cleanser. By telling people that ‘we don’t cry’ also means that we don’t get to show any other emotions associated with crying, like sadness or hurt or whatever else the crying is linked to? Are my male characters only allowed to show fury and stoic manliness, not allowed to crumble when people die?

Dear writers, I’m just asking you one thing. Just one thing, use free reign when it comes to emotions. I’m not saying that each and every character should show it, sure there are people who wants to come off as strong, then let them. I’m also not saying that everyone feels the same way. Flip, my emotions don’t range the same way each and every time something happens. The same happy I feel today about something, if experienced at another time won’t be the same type of happiness.

I’m glad I wrote: “… he cried.” One day I hope to read even more.

On that note: Suicide

I started writing this two days ago. Breathe in and close your eyes. Smile, genuinely smile. On a scale from extremely happy to excruciating was that? For some of us, every now and then it’s not even possible to do.

I was happy over the last week. Extremely happy. I smiled and giggled at things, I was ecstatic. Some days it is a pretty obvious indicator that I’m going to be in a pretty foul mood soon. A tweet sparked off a million ideas that’s just sitting in the back of my mind, not daily but weekly mostly. Suicide.

I tried googling statistics but they’re not conclusive at all. More men commit suicide than women, it’s more likely for people between the ages of 15-35 to commit suicide than any other age group. But approximately a million people go through with the act while millions have suicidal thoughts. This is life.

Have you ever thought of that person that you work with may be part of those millions who have suicidal thoughts? How would you feel if there’s someone you know who attempted?

I still squirms when self harm gets mentioned. I hate it when suicide is laughed at or told it is a coward’s way out. What do you know? I’m sure there are cases where people do it just to spite someone – now that is lame in the end. They never get to see what they’ve done afterwards. But who am I to judge? I have always had a plan to end my life. I know exactly what to do, logical plan for an illogical moment.

How do you treat the people around you if you know they tried to commit suicide? Have you ever wondered why people never ever mention it, even when you’ve been best friends for years. That’s because people get shamed for how they feel. People cannot mention things like: “I am sad” without being frowned upon.

To take your own life you are usually at wits end. Nothing makes sense and from the outside it seems irrational. But to the person it is all rational, it makes sense. This is just like impulse control. I sometimes have the urge to walk into traffic just to see what happens but I know it’s mental, I know exactly what will happens when I do that. People who are in such a depression won’t always have that control and actually do something.

If someone actually goes on about killing themselves – listen. That’s sometimes all they need. The whole:”snap out of it” just makes the person more angry and pushes them closer. Don’t challenge the person. Talk to them like you would as normal. That usually helps me. Just make time.

Suicide is not for cowards. It’s not funny, joking that someone has a choice between x and suicide is horrible. Never wish someone to kill themselves. Make time for people you know are lonely. Take people serious when they talk about it. One last thing, mind your words, if you don’t want the words aimed at you – don’t aim them at someone else. Suicide is real.