The esteemed SWC over at No Badger Required asked members of his Musical Jury to vote for our favourite tracks of the year, and I made a somewhat botched effort to offer mine last Friday. Botched because I chose two tracks rather than one (fail) including one that I knew would go down like a lead balloon with the NBR readership (fail) and another track which actually came out last year (fail). It's a privilege to be invited to vote in the various polls and countdowns SWC hosts on his blog, but I always end up feeling like a fraud when I do so. This is a regular problem for me as a member of the music blogosophere. Whenever I'm aware that my own opinions don't match up to those of the cognoscenti (i.e. most of the time), I end up feeling like Wayne and Garth meeting Alice Cooper...
Another blogger who invites regular contributions from the 'sphere is our old pal John Medd. His Photo Challenge gets grander every month, and I'm always happy to send in an old snap or two... though I've never really worried about doing so. I don't consider myself a photographer, and I know very little about angles or composition or light sources, but if I can find a decent image that fits the brief: great. So I was rather surprised to read Khayem's comment this month...
I’ll confess to feelings of Imposter Syndrome - akin to Forest Green Rovers suddenly finding itself in the Premier League - but 2024 will undoubtedly inspire me to practice, practice, practice…
As with most of the other mental health issues I've written about in this series, there's a tendency to believe I'm the only one who experiences them... though the more I do this, the more I realise that's not the case. Healthline.com defines Imposter Syndrome thus...
Imposter syndrome, also called perceived fraudulence, involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence that persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments.
I wonder why I feel Imposter Syndrome when asked for a musical opinion... but not when asked to send in a photo? I guess music matters more to me... but it must also link to an issue I've discussed a couple of times recently: tribalism.
Imposter Syndrome doesn't just affect me online though.... I've felt this way throughout my entire working life. It's probably another thing that stopped me succeeding as a writer, but even when I worked in radio, I felt it. When I started out, I was presenting (hospital radio) and co-presenting (local radio). Confidence was never an issue when I was on air... off air though, it was a different story. I worried that my voice wasn't as good as other DJs, my Yorkshire accent was too strong, I'd never be good enough to present my own show.
Then, when I moved onto writing adverts, I was fine at coming up with ideas and presenting them to clients, but I always felt other people were better at it than me, and I'd never be good enough to work at a proper ad agency (not that I wanted to as I was pretty certain they were full of wankers... but still, wankers who were better paid and more respected than I was). When I was made redundant, I briefly tried to set myself up as a self-employed copywriter, but nothing came of it.
Verywellmind.com gives the following as a good example of Imposter Syndrome...
You've started your own business; however, you don't like to promote yourself because you don't have the same level of experience or expertise as others in your field, making you feel like a fraud.
And so I retrained as a teacher, with the saying "Those who can, do..." echoing through my mind. I got a job at a college very easily. And I progressed up the ladder quickly. After only a few years, I was a Course Leader, in charge of English for the entire cohort of over 1000 GCSE resit students. How the hell did I get there? Who on earth thought I was capable of doing that job? I spent my entire time looking over my shoulder, certain I'd be found out any second. The only thing that prevented that from happening was a dawning realisation that most of the people above me were even more incompetent than I was. They were imposters too! Except they didn't seem to realise it... or just didn't care. There are lots of people who bullshit their way to the top and don't worry about it for a second. "Fake it till you make it!" they cry, relishing the trick they're getting away with. Oh, to be one of them...
Two years ago, I started my new job, and there were no more course leader or line manager responsibilities... I was just a teacher. I've written before about how blessed I feel to have got this job, but the Imposter Syndrome hasn't gone away. For one thing, most of my colleagues are former school teachers. Not second-rate college teachers. These guys really have survived the trenches!
Actually... I've heard some horror stories about what it's like to work in certain schools these days, but being a college teacher was certainly going the same way... for far less pay. That doesn't stop me feeling like a fraud working alongside "proper" teachers now, even though nobody here makes me feel that way at all. Is it all just in my head?
Work, relationships, being a parent... even being out in society, going to the shops, driving down the road... there's not one area of my life where I don't feel like a phoney. Like everyone else is doing a better job of it than me.
The online experts claim that Imposter Syndrome is linked to all kinds of other mental health matters, including perfectionism, lack of self-esteem and over-responsibility. To find out if you're a victim of Imposter Syndrome, Very Well Mind suggests asking yourself the following questions...
Do you agonize over even the smallest mistakes or flaws in your work?
Am I a pedant? Yes.
Do you attribute your success to luck or outside factors?
Absolutely. I also attribute my lack of success in certain endeavours to bad luck... but also my own incompetence. (I recognise that many people who are successful don't really deserve it - but that just adds feelings of jealousy and resentment to my self-recriminations.)
Are you sensitive to even constructive criticism?
What are you saying?
Do you feel like you will inevitably be found out as a phoney?
Inevitably.
Do you downplay your own expertise, even in areas where you are genuinely more skilled than others?
This really is the worst music blog on the internet. I don't know why you bother reading it.
Well, some days life feels like a play that you have not rehearsed But one thing's true of all of us sharing this universe Is we could all be doing better and we could all be doing worse And everyone you know feels like a fraud
So what can we imposters do to feel better about ourselves? Healthline advises...
Sharing imposter feelings can help them feel less overwhelming.
Hence, this post.
Opening up to peers about how you feel encourages them to do the same, helping you realize you aren’t the only one who feels like an imposter.
Well, there's me and Khayem, at least.
Avoid comparing yourself to others.
Sorry, K.
You may not excel in every task you attempt, but you don’t have to, either. Almost no one can “do it all.” Even when it seems like someone has everything under control, you may not know the full story.
One of Louise's friends told her recently that she didn't know anyone who wasn't either on some kind of mental health medication, taking part in some form of counselling, or on the verge of a break-up. Maybe a lot of people are just better at hiding it?
When imposter feelings surface, ask yourself whether any actual facts support these beliefs. Then, look for pieces of evidence to counter them.
Hmm. Now it's getting trickier...
Offering yourself kindness and compassion instead of judgment and self-doubt can help you maintain a realistic perspective and motivate you to pursue healthy self-growth.
Yes, yes... but can we really change the habits of a lifetime?
Jet Black has, but I wasn't about to go sifting through all the lyrics that feature his name to work out if any of them are actually referring to him. (Although, if you're interested, he does get referenced in Rocket by Def Leppard.) RIP, Jet, anyway.
No, I had a non-RIP reason for including Jeff Lynne in the jukebox this week... which will become apparent at the end of the post.
Meanwhile...
The Idle Race. The Move. The Electric Light Orchestra. The
Travelling Wilburys. That’s as much introduction as Jeff Lynne needs. Let’s get
onto the songs that pay him tribute…
We’ll start with a very funny song about how the Beatles
comeback is highjacked by record company bullshit (and isn’t John dead?). With
maybe a subtext about how the Legend of the Beatles is bigger than The Beatles
actually were. Jeff was heavily involved in that whole ridiculous Beatles
“comeback” in the 90s, but let’s not hold that against him.
And finally they get into the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo’s disappointed to find that no one needs him anymore
Except for the vibe
Next, how can you resist a band called Moose & The
Grizzlies?
Sneaking in a little after 4
If you try and ask her where
She snaps like a Jeff Lynne snare
Back in the 70s, Jeff was accused of putting a devil-worshipping
backwards message in the ELO song Eldorado. Jeff’s typically self-deprecating
response was, “Anyone who can write a song played forwards and have it say
something else backwards has got to be some king of genius… and that I ain’t!”
An extract from the interview where he says just that is included at the end of
the Boards of Canada track Happy Cycling. But guess what? It’s played
backwards! See what they did there?
Rebecca Peake is the wife of cool astronaut Tim Peake. She
doesn’t make records as far as I can tell. However, her name is also used by
synthpop-shoegaze melders James Webster & Tech Honors.
La Casa Azul is the brainchild of Spanish singer, songwriter
and DJ Guille Milkyway, famous for producing songs you can listen to between
meals without ruining your appetite. (Admit it: you’d have done exactly the
same joke.) And he knows a secret about Jeff. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s
got something to do with Chris Montez…
Sueño, y en cada sueño intento no perderme y desvelar
El ansiado secreto de Jeff Lynne
Y creo que esta vez elegiré no despertar jamás
(I dream, and in each dream I try not to lose myself and
reveal
The long-awaited secret of Jeff Lynne
And I think this time I'll choose never to wake up)
Atlanta’s Paul Melancon caught my eye when I saw his music
described thus: “An indie-power-pop-singer-songwriter-angel-voiced-geeky kinda
thing.” Sounds right up my street. Although clearly he’d be much happier if he
was Jeff Lynne…
They say I do myself in
Things will pick up if I just try
Can’t they see that I
That I have tried
To be just like Jeff Lynne
That's a proper tribute!
However, the reason I chose to feature Jeff here today is
because of this. A brand new Christmas song from Grandaddy! Available to
download here, it’s already gone to the top of my Christmas tree.