Buckethead is a virtuoso guitar player who’s shredded on tour with the likes of Guns & Roses and Iggy Pop. Pretty standard fare, right?
Oh, and he won’t be seen in public without a Mike Meyers mask and KFC chicken bucket on his head. Buckethead. The genetically mutated chicken skins may be seeping into Mr. Head’s neural pathways.
He’s out of his mind. And I want you to be just like him.
Let’s look past the maniacal facade for a moment and focus on the work. The dude can jam. Not only that, his production from a musical standpoint is nothing short of astonishing. Leading up to Halloween this year, Buckethead went on a recording studio bender and produced an entire album each day for about a week and a half.
AN ALBUM A DAY.
Do you have any idea the work that goes into the conception, production, and execution of a music album? Well…me neither…but considering Adele can’t seem to come up with a sad collection of whiny ballads but ever 5 years, I’m guessing it’s tough. Not for the man with crusty peanut oil stains on his mesh tee though! No, Buckethead riffs and picks his way to an album a fucking day.
Are they good, you ask? WHO CARES! The point is he’s making shit and sending it off into the world without so much as an acknowledgment that he produced it. I have to say, I appreciate his disregard for the editorial process. More than that, though, I am in awe of his work-ethic. If you must know – yes, the albums exhibit insane technical ability – but are definitely not for everyone.
What I’m saying is get to work. Whatever it is you do or want to do or sit up at night wishing you were doing. Stop wishing. Start doing. Be Buckethead. Be as prolific as you can be even if it’s shit. Don’t be afraid of sucking because if you do enough work, you won’t suck. Inevitable, if you put enough time into something you WILL get good at it.
Buckethead got good because he did crazy shit like lock himself away for weeks at a time to produce spooky, space-rock guitar albums at a clip of one a day. You’ll never improve at something by sitting around thinking about doing it. This isn’t The Matrix where data programs can be swiftly uploaded into your cyborg brain. Not yet, anyway.
Do work. Share work. Get criticized. Do more work. Share it again. This is the pattern that will lead to excellence. I’d say “just ask Buckethead,” but I’m afraid how dude might respond.
Get to work.