I have used it a lot, talking so much about Spencer Bell  yesterday. I do hope you know about Spencer Bell, being in here with so many posts dedicated to him. If not, do yourself a favor and check out : http://www.Spencerbellmemorial.com . But let’s get back to the subject.

It is another one of those numerous words that don’t really make any sense, even though it is used so often. I have been told i have got talent, by different people, some I know, some i don’t, well didn’t. And i do use it too. However, i am not sure it has the same sense for them as it has for me.

I have been thinking about it for a while. What makes you an artist or a scribbler.
I will not have the pretention to define those notions all by myself. But here is what came from my brain.

I do believe that talent is a shortcut to describe a chaotic mix of certain dispositions.

Every person that enjoys art, can create art. To be an artist you first need a certain sensitivity. While it is true that some people do not have it, it is pretty rare to be completely deprived of that sensitivity.
Most people do enjoy a good song, or a beautiful painting, or a harmonious display of colors on their walls..

The second thing needed, is work. There are techniques to be learnt. While teaching art “class” is a concept to be discussed, it is true that certain techniques can be taught. Of course, you can also discover them on your own. However, is it really needed to rediscover the wheel each time? For a painter, you need to train your body, so your hand will be able to draw what your eye see. It is something than can be learnt. I sucked at drawing at the beginning. But with training, you can do something acceptable in the end. I am not lying. I have proof that i won’t disclose in here but I could show you, if you wonder.
Same with a writer. You need to keep learning words, searching for rythms, and rhymes.. Idioms that could describe life and things around you. Each art has its own demands, its own difficulties. Well, i am sure you catch my drift in here.

The last thing needed, is the most difficult one. It is my personal belief that most people thinking they’ll never be artist are simply missing out on this one. You need guts! To just jump in the raging flow and see if you can swim. Guts to try, and then guts to show it around, guts to receive the critics, bite your tongue and go back to it, guts not to fall in the easy path and really try out your weirdest ideas. It is true, sometimes I feel very silly, searching the whole house for some red and ending up drawing with my lipstick because I could not find my pastels or pens… But the results are always interesting. For you and others. For example, drawing with a lipstick is very pleasant because it truly slide on the paper, better than any pen I had. And it gives the drawing a good smell, which would not have happened with the pastels.

So this could sum up my definition of talent: Sensitivity, Work and Guts.

If you combine those, you’ll be an artist, AND a talented one.

Because with all those, you can observe and extract from life, what people need to see or hear, what will touch them.

And this, my friend, is art.

Out of somewhere (he has a train of thought, I can’t say nowhere) he says to Spider and I quote:

“Everything is made in China, and although stuff made in China is cute,the way they treat kids and other people is NOT cute.”

Do you ever think to pick up a product and look at the label, to see where it’s made?

Do you even know how badly people and especially the children, who work in those “sweat shops” making a lot of these products that we frequently buy, are treated?

Have you ever even given a second thought to it?

Damien has.

So, look forward to more posts from him, “Rants By Damien” is the newest addition to We All Should Care,next time under his name.

His mom may have to help him type it, but the tangent will belong solely to him.

Damien, you ROCK.

It’s been a while, since I’ve spoken of Spencer Bell here, and perhaps you’re wondering why, since I did, in all honestly promise a post a day for Spencer.

It hasn’t been that I’m being a slacker, it hasn’t been that I’ve lost the passion to show his legacy to the world, it’s that he deserves so much more than a lukewarm, mediocre post daily.

Quality over quantity if you will.

So why now,right? Why today?

Because after finding out that my grandmother is dying of cancer, reading Richard Bach, reflecting on so many things in this life…
I have been hit with something very bittersweet.

Bach believes, as I always have, that once your purpose on this planet is finished, that you leave this world.
Maybe to begin again elsewhere, maybe to look over the ones you love, all of that is left up to your belief system.

My point? If you’re still here, your purpose is unfulfilled.

Spencer not being with us, hurts so many,(His family, and friends that I cannot thank enough for sharing him with the world) and even though I have a harder time grasping someone being taken from this world so young, maybe he had fulfilled his destiny, his purpose.

Maybe it was to enlighten many about art, and how it should be.
Even though he was extremely talented, he was a firm believer, that music, and any art really, comes from the heart, the soul, it doesn’t matter if the rest of the world thinks you’re good at it, so long as you love it, and are impassioned by it.

That alone is inspirational.

His wit, his bravery, his unwavering sense of self that is very clear in his legacy, it is awe inspiring.

I know that nothing can bring those that were close to him comfort, that they miss him EVERY SINGLE DAY, every minute of every day, and that no reasoning in this world is good enough that he isn’t here.
That nothing eases the pain, the void that is abundantly clear every time something happens that makes them think of Spencer.

I also know that my mere words falter, so often, that if people could read solely what is written upon my heart, and embedded in my soul, that this message would come out more eloquently….

Since finding his Legacy, Spencer Bell has touched my life in ways that are hard for me to explain. He picked me up when I didn’t think I could stand, and forced me to persevere when I wanted to quit.
His legacy has introduced me to friends that I know will last a lifetime, his words, his art, his music resonate more loudly, more beautifully than the most professionally composed symphony.

Once again, Jackson Rathbone (FRIEND of Spencer Bell, human being), said it better than I could ever put it: ” my hero was much younger than I when my hero was immortalized… ” and then “…there’s no grave for the soul no vinyl coffin made of gold”

Every Friday, we have deemed “Spencer Bell Day” on Twitter.. but quite honestly, we should celebrate the life that this young man had, every day. When I started using the hashtag #spencerbellislegendary I meant it very literally.

Nothing, not even death, can hold him back from expressing the depth, the intensity, the erring human soul, that was and IS forevermore Spencer Bell.

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Scroll over it, and it will allow you to play the music as well. It’s quite, what’s the word he used? Nifty. Yeah, that’s it.
I love it!
In fact it will find it’s way to my myspace page as well, I’m sure.

We’re all very proud of you Damij, for taking that step off the curb, even though it’s scary. You’re meant for greatness, remember that.

For everyone else? Please, do everyone a favor, never place anyone on a pedestal. We are merely human, no matter how pretty and golden we are, we are not made of marble, we cannot sit still for an eternity, and we will fall.
The higher the pedestal, the harder the fall.
Remember that the one hurting, may atypically be you, but genuinely wounded will be the one you chose to deify.

@SpencerBell

@Willow_Raine

@taylor_blue

@hello_jodie

@Damij

@pconway6

We’d appreciate the help, love,and support for Spencer, and Adrenal Cancer Awareness.

Everyone has instilled into your brain that New York is the city that doesn’t sleep, that you can apparently get steamed dumplings and electricians around the clock. However, when I visited [fabulous] NYC in August of 2007, I found that the only thing within walking distance of my hotel (Hotel Pennsylvania) that was open at 3 A.M was McDonalds in Times Square.

The city (besides the rats larger than my teacup Chihuahua) seemed deserted and peaceful. Times Square was still very lighted and colorful, yet the only thing open was McDonalds.

Meanwhile, if you were to head west to Las Vegas you would find that you can get not only booze, girls and poker chips at 3 A.M. but you can also get a ride on a roller coaster and entrance into “after hours” clubs that stay open until daylight. You don’t have to settle for room service when you can get a full service buffet or a four star dining experience at any hour and I’m willing to bet in this city of lights that you would be able to find an electrician at 3 A.M.

I guess I should say that you should see for yourself, but I’m just wondering how NYC got this reputation when I’ve been to both and Vegas is clearly the city that parties all night.

Have you been to either? What are your opinions on the city that doesn’t sleep?

If there is one thing I hate in this world (oh, lord, who am I kidding, there’s way more than one thing I hate in this world) it’s people who jump on bandwagons.

For those who are a little lost on what I’m talking about, Princeton’s example from their website defines a bandwagon as “a popular trend that attracts growing support; “when they saw how things were going everybody jumped on the bandwagon”.”

I’ve mostly experienced bandwagoners (yes, I just made that word up) with musical acts. The greatest example of bandwagonism (yep, made up that one too) that stands out in my opinion? In 2002 my [at the time] friends and I met Uncle Kracker and Kid Rock. While I had already had Kid Rock’s album for a very long time, after the Uncle Kracker and Kid shows, my friends went out and bought their entire musical catalogue. Even though they were more into boy bands at the time, just because we met them.

I’m not sure if they thought it would impress them the next time we met them, or what. It pissed me off, that’s all I know. They didn’t genuinely like them, they were disgusted with Uncle Kracker just hours before we met him, so what changed? A bandwagon.

These ‘friends’ proceeded to do that with many musical artists.

I feel that if you attend a concert and are introduced to new music that you actually like, sure, go ahead and buy their sounds. But, I think you should be honest with yourself and not try and impress others or the band because you’re going to end up looking like a fool to others.

I also have found a lot of bandwagoners with the vampire community. The vampire community has been around for many, many years and now it seems that everyone is jumping on the blood-suckers movement. I can say in all honesty that I have been obsessed with vampires since I was a little girl. While everyone was dressing up as princesses and fairies, I was a vampire. While everyone was watching Cinderella, I was watching Interview with a Vampire.

Please don’t get me wrong, I love turning people onto Anne Rice and Twilight more than anything in this world, but I feel that that is more like opening their eyes, not setting them on a bandwagon and telling them to go to the fair.

My current bandwagon complaint is about people who wear plaid for it’s popularity. These are the same people who made fun of Jackson Rathbone and Robert Pattinson just months earlier for living in plaid. Meanwhile, I want to point to my plaid shoes, of which I’ve admired for years.

The title of this post comes from a lyric in Fall Out Boy’s “This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race” in which Pete Wentz wrote the song when he was frustrated with the “emo scene” that the band was associated with. The lyrics refer to those who blindly followed the trend.

I think that everyone needs to sit back, relax and like things for liking them. Not because it’s Cosmopolitan’s hot pick of the month, not because some blogger told you to buy it, not because there are screaming fangirls all over it, but because it’s awesome, because it fits your unique personality and because you want to. You’ll be happier and more zen that way. I promise.

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If only dancing around your living room and singing loudly into a broom handle could be a competitive sport, I’d be in the Olympics!
Earlier today, I was cleaning house, I popped in my, Spencer Bell Live & Wasted Album, and I sang and danced my heart out.
No kidding. I know all the words, and I may not sing them on key, I may even change a word or two on occasion but I don’t think Spencer minds, because I enjoy myself.
I enjoy his music.
I celebrate his life every single day,and listening to his music just brings a smile to my face.
Since I’ve “met” him, my life has started changing so much, in so many ways, and I keep saying it, but one day, Spencer, you’re stuck drinking with me, so prepare yourself!
There is a lot of new stuff happening on the Legacy site, you should go check it out, they’ve even added new works of Spencer’s.
Hurry and go now, LEGACY SITE or you’ll be sorry that you didn’t! If you haven’t been before,consider this, he has me bopping around the house singing his music, imagine what he could do for you!
He’s better than Tony Robbins ever had time to be, and he tells it real, like it is, no sugar coating! If you want to donate for research to help find a cure for the POS cancer that yanked this beautiful young man away from this world far too damn soon, go here –>CANCER BLOWS.
Every bit makes a difference!

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When I was asked to write for this self-proclaimed “soap box” site, I wondered if I would be able to keep up and be up to par with Willow Raine, one of the best writers I have ever had the honor of knowing personally. I wondered if I would be able to even come up with topics. Willow is a plethora of topics to “soap box” about. I thought that I would mostly complain about tap water, glitter on strippers, the music industry… but today a topic I love to “soap box” about struck me.

It’s not so much that I “love” to “soap box” about this topic, it’s just that it’s very important to me.

My entire life I sat back and watched people get hurt and I didn’t do a damn thing about it. I would be ashamed to admit that now if I didn’t do everything in my power to right the wronged ways of my past. When I was a child I watched as my friends told me of their abusive parents and I felt trapped and unable to help them. I watched as my best friends brother was cruel to an animal…

Now? Now I do not stand for that. Now I will not allow it.

I have child protective services and animal shelters on my speed dial and if someone so much as raises a hand at a child or animal I am already dialing. Admittedly, I am more trigger happy with animal shelters and abuse towards dogs than I am with children. It’s mostly because animals don’t have a voice of their own, and if I don’t speak up for the, let’s say, dog, then who will? No one. People will watch a dog get smacked around by it’s owner and not think anything of it. Think, “it’s their dog, they can do with it what they want to.” Except that they CAN’T. Animals have rights, needs and feelings too.

My Grandmother tried to tell me that dogs don’t have a soul. So doesn’t that mean that when my 3-year-old teacup Chihuahua, Bella, dies that she’ll not go onto a better life? Tell me how in the world I could think that of her when she cries because I travel, she gets excited and loves me when I come home and she was the one who sat there worrying about me, trying to lick away my tears when DJ AM passed away? Does that sound like something with no soul?

I fight for animal rights and I call animal shelters and protective services because of Bella. Because I am lucky that I got her and she’s lucky that she got me. She could have gone to a home where she wouldn’t be fawned over and completely pampered, she could have gone to a bad home. To a home that wouldn’t love her and worship her tiny little paws.

Now children? They have no choice over the home that they go to.

I have a very low tolerance for child abuse. It makes me absolutely sick. Twice I have called child protective services and twice children have been removed from abusive homes because of it. I feel both proud and guilty for that statement.

Making a call to DCFS is easy but it’s painful. You know that neither the child, nor the parents life will ever be the same again. Animals are easier; they get removed and they go to a [no kill] shelter where someone new adopts them and they have a happy life. Children get removed and put into foster homes, therapy… Parents can get arrested. Lives can be torn apart.

But what is worse? Knowing that you did everything in your power and someday that kid will grow up and think, “wow, someone actually cared enough about me to take me away from that.” Or sitting there and doing nothing, knowing that someone – a CHILD – is being abused?

I think that if you sit there and do nothing to help the child then you are just as bad as the one doing the abusing. You aren’t doing anything to stop it, you know it’s going on… it’s wrong. You have the power to do something and you don’t? Why? You’re a coward? You’re scared of what will happen to the family? But what happens to that child if you don’t? Mommy comes home from work extra mad and hits her baby extra hard and then what? Then you feel guilty for the rest of your life knowing that you could have done something to help… but you didn’t.

Do something. Help.

Call this number if you know of a child being abused: 1-800-4-A-CHILD
Domestic violence hotline: 1−800−799−SAFE
And check out http://www.pet-abuse.com/ to see how you can help stop cruelty towards animals.

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