#Disrespect Makes Me Angry!!


I am beyond angry right now!!!!!
Mother arranged daughter’s lesson today, ( a bank holiday) 11.30am. All fine with me as it leaves the rest of the day.
This is the daughter’s third lesson, well would’ve been if they had bothered to turn up and didn’t cancel the last one. The daughter has down syndrome and looks very comfortable on the kit, she has a great sound, feel and concentration. She loves music and I believe would pick up drumming rather quickly.
Unfortunately the parents, like most that want their children to play an instrument, have no idea how much effort and dedication it takes from both student and teacher. I hear comments like “oh we’re not musical but want him/her to learn an instrument” then the next time ” he/she wants to try another instrument so we’re just going to sell the other”. Most of the time the parents are not passionate about anything, let alone music, and cannot understand the utter joy, relaxation, peace, enlightenment, confidence, respect that a person finds playing an instrument. The ability to focus, understand the workings of your body & mind are, I believe, very important to a human to be able to adapt to the ways of the world.
I get my students to play, then stop and close their eyes. I want them to visualize with touch how their body is positioned and if they are comfortable and are sitting in the most efficient position to move around the kit. I get them to to try and move their mind to one spot on their body and get all the senses firing there. Getting them to do this helps their body remember the best position so when next time they get on the kit they feel great and in control.
This teaching method is more important and has greater affect on my students with disabilities, most of whom have twitches and to control their limbs takes a lot of effort.
I love teaching. I love to watch people find their groove. I get excited when I hear something new and start dancing and singing round the room, sometimes I jam with them on the timbales, djembe or toms. I get a flush of adrenaline and get them to play like they never thought they would, because of their inner rhythm, the rhythm that naturally flows and reveals itself with every hit of the drum skin, an invisible force takes over and compels them/you to keep playing until a natural cadence is reached.
What a great work out as well.

The parents who come to me asking me to teach their children, have very little or no respect for the drums, they just think it’s cool that a woman plays the kit and how cool it would be for their kids (’cause drummers don’t get picked on). I have noticed it’s the people that are just over the working class line, the ones who have a touch more money to throw around, disrespect most music teachers. They believe you can work miracles because a few dollars have been flung at you and you will make their child a prodigy. They are late for lessons, sometimes leave their children to go and have coffee and are late back. Don’t ever encourage them to practice, or encourage them by saying they will cancel lessons and sell the instrument. Or sometimes just Don’t Turn Up or Call!

Music is supposed to be fun, yes it takes dedication to gain knowledge, but if people understood the therapeutic effects music has on us and realize it makes us calmer, sociable, creative, empathetic and heightens our intellect, then the world would be a noisier, but better place.

It’s a shame that children are missing out on a whole other world because of the stupidity of their parents. Maths is super important to get you through life, so some say. If a child does not understand maths, you hire a tutor if you cannot teach them yourself. Not all people understand maths to great depth, but still believe it’s one of the most important subjects that you need to get a great job.
Music is mathematical, but I think because of it’s complexity and various genres, the stupid Mr & Mrs Blogs thinks it is merely entertainment and have not got the brains to think beyond the sound to really work out what it’s doing to our bodies.

There are so many social aspects that I cannot cover, but the bottom line is those with money seem to put monetary value on music. Those with little or none, understand and appreciate music for what it is. So maybe I should just forget getting paid and give free lessons, by doing so I will connect the ones that need & want music in their lives and weed out the empty minded, up their own backsides,  moronic trend chasers that make me angreeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (I know it’s not spelled right, just needs it)


#What Is Success?

Why do we feel free to choose, to live how we want, be who we want to be?

One week you are busy with work, the next you are not and that pushes you towards being the person you’ve always wanted to be. Unfortunately we need money to live and therefore need a job and therefore choice is irrelevant, unless you are the lucky few making lots of money from a job you love.

I chose to work six days a week, four different jobs, for a year. One, to make money and two to give me a purpose.

I am a mother & a wife, I already have a purpose, but somehow not contributing to household coffers makes me feel less important, less able. I already feel societies eye watching to see if I will redeem myself by working like a dog again, never to attempt a new life of creativity & enjoyment.

  When did society turn. Having a good job and providing for the ones you love used to mean more than the job title. Now you are defined by your job and that makes it easier for Joe Blogs to categorize you without talking to you first.

I’m a drum teacher currently teaching people with disabilities, I have my own cleaning business to work out some energy and I used to work in two cafes. I was busy near enough 8hrs a day 6 days a week. I am now teaching and cleaning 4hrs a week. It’s killing me taking time off but I have reached a point in my life to either:- write, perform my songs, teach drums, write my stories & poetry with aim to getting published, no immediate financial gain but fulfillment on a deeper level, or clean quickly, teach & try to squeeze everything else into a short period of time, making money but not fulfilling my creative need.

 Not having a career is hard for me to sit with, on the other hand it means I am not in the systemic ‘work/life balance struggle’ and for that I am thankful. My mind is having trouble concentrating and I seem to have a desire to do lots of things in my day, then get overwhelmed by my array of interests that I do not know where to start. And I am only in week 4!

 People that are out of work and have a strong desire to be part of the workforce must struggle on a daily basis. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to get out of bed and feel motivated if there has been no work for months and no alternative found.

 The fact of the matter is, society has turned us into to drones keeping us busy 9 to 5 (longer in most cases) to pay our bills, the house, the car, clothes, schooling, taxes and that little ray of hop, a holiday!

All these things we would happily pay for if we were able to make a choice in our career and not be judged by our choices if one is less profitable than another, instead your choice is irrelevant and money is the dictator.

 I am lucky as I have a husband that earns enough for the family and my ‘jobs’ seemed to pay for the fun things. I am also lucky as I have a couple of skills and talents to get me more work, but I’m scared to go with my gut as it’s all new and picking one that makes me feel like successful.

 So everyday for the last 4 weeks I have questioned myself, my skills, my motherliness, my wifelyness (I know it’s not a word, but it fits) my worthiness. 

 And my conclusion is, I am good, intelligent, hard working, creative, inspiring, innovative, appreciative, loving, forgiving, damn good fun, great drummer alright singer, getting there guitar player and all round nice person, but it takes a lot of effort to repeat that to yourself daily and feel happy, when society puts income first as a measure of success.

 Have you ever thought about the layout of a government questionnaire? Income is generally the third question after Gender, Country/State. That’s how much your government respects you as a human being. 

 Our measure of a successful person needs to change if we are to give people the hope and respect they deserve!

Just found this on my comp!

As you sit here wasting your time, listening to me talk in rhyme,

I’d like to bend your ear and grapple with the fear,

Of disillusionment and abandonment of knowledge.

Don’t get offended, when I say you’ve pretended to understand.

The human race as a whole has been stupefied and dumbed down as planned.

No one strives to be the best or to better them selves, I confess, I used to be one.

It seems that mediocrity is the new superiority.

Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh  2008

#Feet! Inspired by the homeless living in Glebe, Sydney.


Feet, clothed in designer leather,

Walk slowly toward me and rush quickly passed me

I’m not a beast; I’m not going to grab at your ankles.

I see the look you give me out of the corner of your eyes, I’m not blind, THAT, might make it easier.

They walk by; once again I am unnoticed.

I want to say “This, is not the real me, if you knew me you’d understand

I used to be attractive, confident, admired. Now I am abused, fragile ALONE.

Some blue and white stripes come closer, closer… I’m nervous and try to conjure up some strength,

Too late

They’re right in front of me, I look up to their owner. Slicked back hair, greasy spotty faced teenager. Here’s trouble I think to myself, surprisingly, a hand is offered, $1 in it, gesturing for me to take it.

I reach out my slender dirty fingers and then watch as the coin goes flying to the ground away from me.

I hear laughter from afar, the stripes retreat… I stay where I am, too ashamed to move, the laughter is louder and drenched with pride, immaturity & ignorance.

What have I become? An entertainer for the twisted, a fixture on the paving stones, a ghost…

Nobody cares, everyone disgusted by what they see

“It’s not my fault, I don’t have an addiction, I was a loving Mum and wife, good friend, a pillar of the community! I owned a home, car, clothes, the usual tat.

Then lost it all in the instant

He died.

© Kirsty ‘Mad Eye’ McIntosh 2008