The Ben Brooks - Comic. Rocker. Papa.

I think this room could grow on me.  I think this room actually IS literally growing on me.  I need some bleach.  And a vacuum. List. Make a list.  Bleach and a vacuum and a lamp.  This is night three in a room lit by the silvery grey light of an LED headlamp.  I feel like a Chilean Miner.  And the bathroom needs to be cleaned badly.  Just disinfected, maybe torn out.  And I need to buy soap.  I washed with Palmolive this week.  I am a bachelor once more.

Right beside the bathroom is a storage room. Don’t open the door and for god’s sake don’t look in if you do. It’s like fucking Chernobyl in there.  Broken chairs and books and dirty walked on blinds lying on bare concrete, a few remaining blotches of linoleum and bags of shit that someone just gave up on and started jamming inside of other bags.  Jesus Christ.

The first night I was going to sleep I realized I had no music player, no internet, and no radio.  The only thing I could dial in was a police scanner.  I fell asleep listening to the LAPD and the people of LA doing battle all night long.

I am lucky to have a free room.

There was a time

She would ask

for a t-shirt

He’d worn

To keep under her pillow

While he was gone.

There was a time,

not so long ago

Only forever

My friend recently took his 4 year old son to a pick up soccer night in Santa Monica.  The idea sounded great: you arrive, they split the kids into two teams and play. Apparently not.  The person in charge started off the evening by dropping down cones and running drills with these kids, shouting out commands and directions to make sure they were DOING IT RIGHT. More than half the night was focused on this. At the end of the night, my friends son told him he didn’t want to go back as he “really didn’t like soccer”.

This situation is one I’ve encountered my whole life.  Putting the lesson before the love, is what I call it.  It didn’t take too many piano lessons for me as a child before I felt like I “really didn’t like piano”.  Which was foolish.  I didn’t know anything about it!  I hadn’t had the time to play and explore, note by note, listening to the pitch, the resonance, even the feel of the keys beneath my fingers. I was subjected to an esoteric language that had no connection to anything I understood.

Now, years later, I DO love the piano, though admit I can’t read music.  However I love the sound and feel and have enjoyed it enough to teach myself a great deal and I compose on it regularly.

This unfortunate scenario happens daily in our schools, on playing fields and even at home, reinforced by our sports ‘heroes’ our ‘music icons’ and perhaps well-meaning parents.  Well, here’s the bad news moms, dads, teachers, and coaches.  Those kids, the ones you’re beating the curiosity out of with your premature drills and focus on technique – are NOT going to be famous.  At least 99.9% of them wont.  And due to you, they will then be left without the joy of music and sport in their lives for their entire lives, because they simply feel it wasn’t for  them.

Let kids explore and discover on their own.  Let them kick a ball around and beat a drum before explaining what 4/4 time is.  The eager kids, the driven kids and those with a natural talent will be drawn regardless to what they love, and for the rest of the kids, they will grow having the joy of music and sports in their lives, for their whole lives, in a real, meaningful and FUN way!

Peace.

What the hell is Tweet In?

What the hell ISN’T Tweet In!

Tweet In is a new born baby, covered in goo, waiting to be spanked, and hoping to do its own spanking. Tweet In is like college radio, without the college, or the radio. It’s like Twitter in 3D. It’s like a beacon of light, shining forth, uniting Tweeters… (did that just say bacon?) It’s live, it’s interactive. It’s at home, it’s on the go and there’s always a 50/50 chance some idiot will interrupt the whole damn thing with a phone call.

Ben Brooks says about Tweet In, “I always wanted to do a show. Drunk. In my underwear. Tweet In is that show.”

Tweet In features guests, music, comedy, chat and tweet. In it’s most ambitious moment, Tweet In strives to make the world a better place, confident in the knowledge that what the world truly needs is another t-shirt.

Click in, turn on and Tweet In.

Peace
@thebenbrooks

To participate in Tweet In
Follow @thebenbrooks on Twitter. Look for show links and #TweetIn
head to http://www.ustream.tv/channel/thebenbrooks
To chat on the show, log in to your Twitter account on Ustream.

Well, I finally got a show!

More accurately, I realized that I already HAD a show. And today, on roughly the 1 year anniversary of my time on Twitter, I’ll be giving more form to the show.

Expect show guests, links, reader questions, contests and of course, live Tweeting.

This WILL be a work in progress, but if you care to taste the madness, Tweet In and turn on!

Show starts at 12PM pst – runs until 1pm

Peace!
@thebenbrooks