“We worked our fucking ass off to get here, this was no free ride man, whatsoever so, everything I’ve wanted to achieve I have achieved”
“We worked our fucking ass off to get here, this was no free ride man, whatsoever so, everything I’ve wanted to achieve I have achieved” – Joey Jordison
So, well, this quote is really about SlipKnot and their way to success, I guess. However, it kinda applies to something that has been on my mind lately. I’m right now sitting here outside my house here in a semi-big town in Sweden with a severe leg injury that I got myself at Boda Borg worrying a little bit about how this nights work are gonna turn out, as I have to ride a bike and run in staircases. Fri-Sat night worked out fine, althought it took me a couple of extra hours. And I couldn’t walk on my leg for whatever it was worth either.
I also spent the whole last night on my 2nd job (that is actually my 1st, but oh well) standing up all night on my sore leg. Today the leg has been killing me, and I’m genuinely worried about tonight, but it has to be done. I have to go to work, I have to work through the pain.
Because that’s what we do. Or, that’s what we have to do.
This sadly happens more often than not. Whenever me and some of my friends go to concerts, festivals, exhibitions, or even when I go interview bands, people tend to ask me – “How do you get to do it?” “Why do you get to do it?”, “You guys have it so easy”, “You guys must be rich”. Normally I don’t batch an eye about it, and don’t care too much about it, but it’s come to the point where I’m just SO FUCKING FED UP WITH IT.
Why do we get to do all of this? Because we work. We work so fucking hard. I personally pick up any job I can. I currently have two jobs, starting a third soon. For now, I’m in the nightclubscene + a newspaper deliverer. But my resumé goes beyond that. In my resumé you’ll find EVERYTHING. From stable duties, to building stores, working in stores, advertisement, working as Disney-princesses, to janitorial to journalistic work. As you can see, I’m not exactly nitpicky when it comes to job, and neither are my friend.
THIS. Is why we can afford it. And then we have the next thing – we sell our stuff, we recycle SHITLOADS of cans, we refrain from buying unnecessary things, we reuse as much as possible, in order to be able to go see, but also support our favorite stars in all what buying CD’s and merch is.
I begin work in four hours. With a sprained leg. But it’s the kind of thing you do for the bands that you love. You put in your everything to be there, to support them and to do this. This is not about “luck” this is not about “being rich” or “have it easy”. And sure as fucking hell do we deserve to go to all the shows and what not we do. Because we, as Joey put it:
“We worked our fucking ass off to get here, this was no free ride man, whatsoever so, everything I’ve wanted to achieve I have achieved”
// Sara
(By all means. I do not hate on you if you happen to be lucky or rich, I’m just tired of people telling ME I have it easy, when I did really work hard)
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