One of my best friends bought me a ticket to see Jordan Peterson at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Toronto. Here’s the email I sent him: *Edit: The name tag says “Bucko”*
So here’s my thoughts on the show. Unfortunately my audio recorder stopped recording after I put it back in my pocket. Rookie mistake…
Honestly though, there weren’t any new revelations, just paraphrasing some of the chapters at his own pace and off the top of his head (not scripted!). But I would commend him on being more clear and direct with his message.
In reference to chapter 6, Peterson touched on the van massacre and said that the driver aimed low, and he apparently arrived in court looking like he was going to accept a medal.
The biggest themes he touched on were standing up straight, telling the truth, and listening to people like they know something you don’t. As his tour goes on I’m sure things will shift at their own volition.
One of the biggest take-always I gotta say is that I talked with some of the people I was in line with (one gave me and many others the same name-tag), and an older married couple sitting beside me. Both times I was asked how I found out about him (the whole pronoun thing, more specifically the 24Hrs newspaper letter he wrote defending himself which hooked me in). There was a sense of “individual comradery” which I mean that we are not followers of Peterson because he doesn’t take the responsibility for us and therefore is our leader. That’s what tyrants do. He reminds us that we can take responsibility for ourselves and we attend his lectures in context to our own individual lives.
This is well written enough I think I’ll include it on my blog.
This was awesome dude, I wish you were here, thank you very much. I really feel like I see someone who will be remembered like Jung, and his fellow peers.
The VIP package that I got included a picture and got a question in…
Ever have a tool or thing that you’ve used for a long time? Something that you’ve taken with you as you’ve traveled across a country or two? Well, its time that I move on from my glorious half-stack that has been with me for the better part of thirteen years, and most active for the first ten.
Back in 2005, I begged my dad for an Orange 4×12 guitar cabinet to compliment my brother’s Marshall JCM 2000 DSL 50 head which I had commandeered since I was active in a band. Much to the chagrin of my bandmates, they would have to help me carry the cabinet in numerous venues across Canada, until enough was enough and I had to get casters installed.
Aside from its beautiful black/gold/orange totem I had developed a setting that I still hold true to this day in my digital solid state devices (or at least as close as I can get it).
In 2012 I dubbed my Marshall/Orange rig as Angie, after having the artwork for “Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying…” done, it was only apparent that I needed to realize the robot character as something tangible in reality to give my serious musician hobby some meaning.
Ol’ Angie was collecting dust for the last three years, so I needed to get rid of her. I contemplated selling off the speakers and turning the Orange cab into a half-shelf/half-cat bed (“No…ol’ yeller is my dog…”) but I decided to trade it off to a good buddy of mine where she’ll be loud and proud. Selling her off to some stranger just doesn’t feel right otherwise…
I have to thank my dad for buying those to two pieces of equipment, and I really hope he realizes that I’ve maximized the usage of that rig for the ten years that I’ve had them together, being on stage with them probably about two-hundred times. It’s been on stage with Left Spine Down, Dope Stars Inc., Bile, and its last tour with Cyanotic. Well used in the bands Far From Ruin, and The Rabid Whole. Getting it’s warmed up debut in my hometown of Regina, SK, before travelling as far as Montreal, Vancouver, Austin, Los Angeles, and New Orleans. I might as well be talking about myself.
I’m looking forward to playing on new gear that I can (one-man) carry around with me, but… *cue song Nothing Compares To You*
I’m a guy in his early 30’s who has collected his fair share of figures. I mean, just look at this…
This is is nothing compared to some people…
It had come to my attention that a certain toy company was making a line of Overwatch characters and one of them, Mercy, is among the line-up.
I am not a psychologist, but from what I’ve read (Carl Jung’s “Man And His Symbols”, and “Jung on the Active Imagination”) did I start realizing why I collect these things many people would regard as a waste of money.
The male characters have something I see in myself and utilize them in their own success. For example: Raphael is volatile, and Batman is grumpy and/or stoic. Star-Lord’s active ego/confidence is one that mine can aspire to.
Then there’s the females. These are anima who have characteristics I do not. Lara Croft is adventurous and conquers fear (especially of heights), and Mercy has a benevolence that’s literally painted angelic.
I could go on with all the figures I own, but you get the point.
I believe we collect these things because we’re scribes of these ideals that these characters represent. You can look at a person’s bookshelf or movie collection and get an idea of who they are.
The funny thing is I’ve almost stopped collecting these because I feel like I’ve “made my point” to myself. At first I thought it was because it didn’t make me happy anymore, but it never really did. Perhaps I was on a search of who I am. It’s easier to buy something that’s already made into something you like than it is to create something that represents you.
Now I’m using my strength to create things, and music will do for now, but I’m looking forward to other things that are already taking shape in my mind and on paper…
…but first I need-nay-WANT that Mercy figure.
It’s like “retrospect” but RAD!
Here’s a list of things that I’m grateful for that happened in 2017 (in no order):
- The release of WAIFU, and tracks “Robots!”, and “85,15”.
- Paid off my student loans after 9 years!
- Made new friends in Toronto.
- I was a groomsman at my buddy’s wedding.
- Celebrated 25 years of friendship with my best friend.
- I saw Bat Out Of Hell: The Musical with my best friend, and my lady.
- Celebrated my 10th anniversary with my lady.
It was a damn good year for me, personally. 2018 will have less debt, and more love and creativity coming out of me. I’m also looking forward to getting RADUTRON on stage this year! Woo!
I had a dream last night that Jordan Peterson was having a contest that he would tattoo people who won. I won a spot and Peterson was to tattoo “Ecce Homo” (his choosing) on me but I declined because the design was so terrible.
I cannot confirm nor deny the potentially revealing theme of this track. Ah hell, who am I kidding!?