Last night, whilst hanging out with two of my compound-mates, one of them posed this question: Which rock star from the past would you want to bang?
Last night, whilst hanging out with two of my compound-mates, one of them posed this question: Which rock star from the past would you want to bang? Her answer was Robert Plant; Mike’s was Simon LeBon. I had to ponder long and hard before I came upon Susanna Hoffs (from The Bangles), but I had to add the disclaimer that it would be weird because I know her, having been her personal assistant for a couple of years early on in my career.
Now, I just moved into the compound a month ago. The others came together a month before that, so we’re all still getting to know each other bit by bit. I don’t generally name drop or disclose too much about my brushes with famous folk because you never know what that’s going to bring up in people. Being in the music business and sporting the last name that I do, I am very often asked if I’m related to Paul McCartney. My rote response: I don’t like to talk about it. It’s specifically vague and stops the conversation in its tracks. (I’m not, by the way.)
The conversation with my mates once again reminded me of the Eckhart Tolle teaching that I’m so fond of which involves harnessing the egoic mind. This noetic practice of self-censoring behaviors or words based on their level of self-serving egoism is profound and life-altering.
As Tolle puts it, being submerged in my own self-centeredness “results in a total unawareness of my connectedness with the whole, my intrinsic oneness with the Source. This forgetfulness is original sin, suffering, delusion. When this delusion of utter separateness underlies and governs what I think, say, and do, what kind of world do I create? To find the answer to this, observe how humans relate to each other, read a history book, or watch the news on television tonight.”
The level of veracity I strive for in my spiritual pursuits demands that I abide by this level of self-awareness and ego checking… or, at least, that I try my darnedest. It’s so easy to get swept up in fantastic tales, tall and otherwise, in an effort to have the spotlight shone in my direction. And yet, I don’t actually like being in the spotlight and I have zero interest in furthering the separateness of humanity that is so prevalent today.
All that being said, if I didn’t know her, Susanna would still be my bang of choice. Cyndi Lauper and Pat Benatar just don’t do it for me.