Each of us has an individual quirk with the ability to make everything we do outrageously successful.
We listen to the experts. But sometimes their achievements seem so incredible and so far out of reach that we lose heart and falter.
If only we’d remind ourselves that they are only one or two steps ahead of us and if we scratch the surface they have the same doubts and questions as we do. Self assured and decisive they are. But there’s always a little lime jelly underneath.
How do our experts become experts?
They know who they are. They understand their quirk and use it everyday.
I have a story I tell myself whenever I doubt who I am.
When I was in school, I’d been sitting on the opportunity to organise a fundraising event for the local football club at the town’s public hall. My girlfriend’s father asked if my band could play. Of course we could play. We were ready. But the six or seven songs we had posed a small problem. We’d be repeating them. More than once.
So I was now thinking disco. Disco? Yes. Mobile disco to be exact. We are talking ’80s here.
As the day approached I worked on my idea.
My DJ rig consisted of our family stereo system – amplifier, cassette tape deck (look it up) and turntable. I figured I could get away with only one turntable if I made a mix tape of all the tracks beforehand, and using the cassette as my other turntable the songs would run seamless.
I’d also discovered a large fibreglass sphere in the scrap yard of my dad’s business. It was nearly 3m in diameter and a chalky red colour that had faded in the Australian summer sun. Dad and his business partner found it impossible to throw anything away, so the sphere sat there in the yard waiting, a relic of an earlier wild venture into playground equipment that hadn’t gone as planned. It would have sat on legs if it had any. Legs with a ladder and slide attached.
As it was, it was sitting in the dirt. It was perfect.
Now I’d need to cajole one of the workers into helping me weld legs from steel pipe and cut out the holes I needed for the task I had in mind.
This was done one Saturday and the spaceship was loaded onto a trailer and brought home. I made my own light boxes and bought a $100 strobe light.
For the sound, I’d hire a small P.A. from my local guitar shop.
When I brought it home on the day of the event, I noticed my cat taking an unnatural interest in it.
The spaceship had landed and it was beautiful.
A self contained dance machine. The event day arrived and I was ready. I’d decided that I wouldn’t be the DJ all night so I hired my friend Lee to be my DJ. This turned out to be a good thing as he ended up being the DJ for all my future gigs. The family stereo was never really the same after that with one channel busted, but the spaceship was a hit. And that’s all that mattered.
We got our second gig out of the night and my first business was off to a roaring start. I was 15 and an entertainment entrepreneur.
Pulling $250 a week in cash, I paid my DJ $50 and the PA hire $50, leaving me with $150 profit. I sold the business a year later for $1000 which I immediately invested in my next adventure, setting up a home recording studio.
This is the story I tell myself:
I’m a Producer. I’m an entrepreneur. I work with passion and purpose. I screw up and I am lime jelly inside.
What story do you tell yourself?
Oh, and the P.A. I hired for that first gig? Well, our cat’s unnatural attention was found sprayed all over it the following morning before I took it back.