WHY BOTHER BEING GOOD?

Everyday the newspaper tells the same depressing stories. Youth crime, corporate tax-avoidance, dishonest lawyers, selfish bankers, mass genocide, needless wars, countless violent acts of extreme hatred, rape, oppression and corruption, right down to the cheating footballer’s wife, as told in the lying gossip magazine.

Stephen Ridley Music Why Bother Being Good Life After Investment Banking

I don’t read the news too much. It seems only to focus on the bad, and I’ve come to realise that when people hear over and over, day after day, about bad things, it seems that they start to think that they are justified in being a little less noble themselves. ‘That’s just the world we live in’ – ‘everyone’s taking drugs’, ‘everyone cheats’, ‘everyone gossips’. The media makes celebrities of the worst of us, and subsequently, over time, people feel excused to drift into moral grey areas, asking ‘Why bother being good when everyone else is bad?’. Well if we can’t answer that question, we’re heading for a very dark world indeed, and so that’s the question I want to answer in this article. Why bother being good?

“I propose being the change… Don’t lose your self-respect”

I’ve asked myself this question before in the darkest hours. Of course, like everyone, bad things have happened to me in my life. I’ve been mugged twice, burgled twice, and had a gun to my head in Rio. My dad died when I was 15, I’ve had 2 cheating ex-girlfriends and one gold-digger (even though I didn’t have any gold!). I’ve broken bones, had 3 near death experiences, in a car, on a motorbike and on a jet-ski, and in my first year in music, I’ve been let down and lied to more than I’d like to admit. But hey, everyone has a few sob stories!

You see that’s the thing. Bad things happen to everyone. The world is tough and fucks ups will occur. So what do you do? Do you crumble? Do you use these events to justify doing things that you know you shouldn’t? Do you get your own back on the world? We live in a culture of endless blame and vengeance, which might suggest that any of these reactions are righteous or at least justified, but I propose a different idea. I propose being the change.

You don’t play the victim, you don’t look for excuses, you don’t lose your self-respect. The reason is simple. You see, self-respect is the single greatest commodity a person can own. With it, you can take on any challenge, bounce back from any fall, make everything go right. You know that you deserve the best, so go out and you get it! You don’t shy away from opportunities, you make them! You don’t run away from love, you embrace it and make more! Suddenly you stop being the effect, and start being the cause over your life; you have control!! You know who you are, you know where you’re going, and you can say this with certainty because you know that when you make a decision, you stick to it and see it through.

So how do you get self-respect?From being good comes self-respect, from self-respect comes self-confidence, from self-confidence comes self-determinism (i.e. control), and from self-determinism comes getting exactly what you want out of life. This is the only road to real happiness. I say it again, self-respect really is the only road to real happiness!

You keep your ethics, because that’s the one thing that separates you from the worst in humanity. You lead by example. You stay unequivocally true to what you know. Irrespective of whatever anybody else says or does, irrespective to how hard or easy it is, you stand unwavering, on the right path. That’s character. It doesn’t allow for excuses, justifications, reasons. There are no limits, integrity has no compromise. You have to cultivate love in your heart in order to see and feel anything worthwhile in this world. Love, truly, is without pre-requisites or prejudice, without terms and conditions, without negotiation. It’s easy to love when you keep to your ethics, because you feel like a good person worthy of love and are therefore full of it. 

How do you become good? You just decide. You stand up, you say I am a good person and I will not let anything change that. And you really mean it! You say that with the same certainty you say that the grass is green and the sky is blue.

It’s an easy decision to make because we are all inherently good. Being good therefore doesn’t mean carrying this heavy weight of morality, it’s actually you shedding the weight of the guilt and negativity and bullshit you’ve been carrying around and growing on your back for no reason all these years.

Chose to be someone worthy of your pride, respect and admiration, and you will flourish and prosper. That is why you should be good, and that’s how we make a happier world. Walk with passion in your heart and your head held high.

My love, always,
Stephen

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This entry was posted on Monday, March 18th, 2013 at 10:01 pm.

STEPHEN RIDLEY LIVE IN YOUR LIVING ROOM!!

Stephen Ridley Piano in Milano MusicianI want to do a series of intimate evenings in your living room/ your kitchen/ your local bar/ a private space of your choosing.

The idea is to have 15-75 of your friends/family/colleagues gathered for your own private concert, with the cost of hiring me spread over the attendees. After the concert, I hang out with you all, and we drink red wine, talk and laugh into the early hours.

I’m willing to travel anywhere in the world, and am looking to create unique and beautiful events that people will remember forever. For further information and bookings, please email info@stephen-ridley.co.uk

Big love,

Stephen

This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 at 4:58 pm.

Limited Edition signed copies of ButterflyInAHurricane

Stephen Ridley Signed Copy of Butterfly In A HurricaneLimited Edition signed copies of ButterflyInAHurricane are now available. Hand wrapped, hand signed with love. CD comes with a personalised dedication to you or a friend and can be delivered worldwide, please email info@stephen-ridley.co.uk for more information. 

This entry was posted on Thursday, August 30th, 2012 at 11:10 pm.

IN HONOUR OF BEN PARKINSON

I recently watched LBdr Ben Parkinson walk the Olympic torch down a street I know very well in my hometown, Doncaster. I was completely moved. A man blown half to pieces in a senseless war that had nothing to do with him, getting back up and showing the world the power of positivity. What a guy. This VIDEO is respectfully for him.

This entry was posted on Thursday, June 28th, 2012 at 4:57 pm.

PASSING CLOUDS

I was laying in the park, in that brief sunny week we had in London a month or so ago, just watching the clouds go by with my friend. He was talking to me but his words stopped going in as I gradually became engrossed with the beauty of what I was looking at. This stunning crisp blue sky with pearly white clouds stretched over it. It had been there all week but I’d never seen it. Entranced, I laid there in breathless silence for over an hour. 

2 weeks later, when we were firmly back into the greyness and rain, a friend of mine died. His death hit me just like the clouds did. I stopped really listening to those around me and became engrossed and stunned by the enormity of what had just blindsided me. Like the clouds, my friend had been around all the time, but I’d never really seen and appreciated him for anything more than a fleeting moment until this point. Stunned, I stood in breathless silence at this realisation for over an hour.

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Stephen Ridley, Chalkwell Beach, June 2012

Like the passing cloud, I will never meet another exactly like my friend. Hopefully, like the cloud, my friend’s journey will continue. I’m sad because I won’t be there to see him. I’m sad because right now, all I can see is an empty sky. 

We’re all passing clouds – you, me, everybody you love – and our time in the sky is short. The only silver lining is that you get to chose what kind of cloud you’re going to be. You can either be the pearly white cloud, that glistens in the sun and engrosses those who see it, or you can be the dark, rain-filled grey cloud that everybody dreads seeing. Sit back, relax, and don’t forget to enjoy the view! 

This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 12th, 2012 at 6:05 pm.

GIVE ME THE GOOD STUFF

This is the first in a series of posts which will unravel the stories behind the songs of my debut album (ahem, available right HERE), giving you a chance to have a good old nosey into my past! Haha!

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I’m going to start with the story behind track 8, Give Me The Good Stuff.

In the summer of 2009 I found myself in Rio De Janeiro, floating blissfully between playing volleyball on the beach, and swimming through the night on a cool sea of caipirinha and Carioca beats.

On my last night in Rio, I met a Scandinavian girl, who I would ultimately spend the next few weeks travelling south with, through various parts of Brazil, Uruguay, Paraguay and finally Argentina. By the time we were in Argentina, we had grown close and were enjoying the fruits of our summer romance. It was passionate, carefree, complete hedonism. Those last few days in Buenos Aires were some of the best I’ve ever had, and as I reluctantly left to fly back home for my graduation ceremony in Durham, I remember feeling a rare moment of complete happiness.

I landed into Heathrow, straight onto a train to Durham, one last night of mayhem in the local nightclub, wake up, pick up my degree, smile for the camera and straight in the car to London, where I had a couple of days to get find a place to live ahead of starting my new life as an Investment Banker. I wasn’t super happy about going into banking, but with no money left and a generous serving of social pressure and long-developed family expectations, into the rat-race I crawled.

3 weeks in and I still hadn’t taken a day off. If I wasn’t sitting through mind-numbing tutorials or forced ‘networking events’, I was prepping for the looming regulatory exams. I couldn’t help but quietly mourn the loss of my recent happiness as I slowly acknowledged the bare feeling of unfulfilment.

In the cold of my new penthouse apartment, there was only one person I wanted to see. I wanted her to walk through the door and rescue me from this grey bullshit world. I wanted her to lift me, warm me, Give Me The Good Stuff that I pined for. But, she was miles away, floating around Peru somewhere.

So at 4am, I stood at the keyboard and by 4.20am I’d written the song. I played it over and over until sunrise, void of the knowledge that I would go on to play the song in a recording studio 15 months later, void of the knowledge that I would go on to play the song to her 18 months later, drunkenly perched outside a London cocktail bar.

This entry was posted on Monday, February 27th, 2012 at 12:01 pm.

RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS

It was just a normal day. I was finding a seat on the morning train, coming back to London from the place where I call home: Yorkshire. I get to my table and sit down, and within 2 minutes a very rude old man starts abruptly ordering this other woman to take her handbag out of the aisle. They have a little argument, where she asks him not to be so rude, but ultimately she complies to his order. It really upsets her and was needlessly mean, but in true British fashion, everyone pretended that it didn’t happen. Even me.

I kept looking at this woman for the next 5 minutes and she was looking really angry with herself and I could see that this had really impacted her. So, I decided I would write her a short note to cheer her up. It said,

‘He is a wanker. Don’t let him make you have a bad day. It’s sunny outside and it’s Friday tomorrow : )’

As I showed her the note, she looked at me with total confusion (why is this stranger giving me a note?), and then as she read it she exhaled and a big smile came across her face. She silently gestured thanks as I returned to my seat. I sat back, feeling good that I’d helped, and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She had a huge smile on her face, and a few minutes later was giggling on the phone to her friend. It made me feel so good to have helped that stranger. I didn’t have to do that, but I was so glad that I did. In a weird way it cheered me up too, because I had a rare feeling of pride in myself!

It was then that I decided that I would start performing similar random acts of kindness wherever possible; helping strangers who need a little help, but would never ask or expect it.

I spend a lot of my time in London, a place with millions of strangers who never acknowledge the presence of anybody else. Despite being surrounded by people, many find London to be a cold and lonely city. I too often feel that way, but I don’t do anything about it. I just become one of the motionless faces on the tube, looking into space with my headphones on. But London is the perfect place to perform these random acts of kindness, because when you take you headphones out and look around, you see that there are hundreds of people all needing a pick me up, as they fight their way through a day in England’s Big City.

So, now I’m going to look around for opportunities to make people’s day’s better, and urge you to have a go at doing the same. We can make the world a little big better! I’ll let you know how I get on! If you’d like to let me know how you get on, message me on my Facebook page, or at info@stephen-ridley.co.uk.  You never know what will happen when you open your heart to the world!

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 16th, 2012 at 5:48 pm.

THIS WEEK’S HERO

One of the greatest living men, Mr. Will Smith…

“You don’t try to build a wall. You don’t set out and say ‘I’m gonna build the biggest, baddest, greatest wall that has ever been built’. You say ‘I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid’. You do this every single day, and soon you have a wall… There is no reason to have a plan B because it distracts you from plan A.” 

This entry was posted on Monday, February 6th, 2012 at 2:48 pm.

PLAYING THE STREETS

I was a shy kid growing up. I grew up in a sleepy countryside village which developed my wild imagination. 

Initially my outlet for this was drawing. I used to draw all the time, wherever my parents took me, for hours upon hours, day after day. Then came music. Music was so much more interactive and expressive than quietly doodling away in a corner. I could disappear even further from reality into the world of pictorial warm chord progressions which drew stories in my mind described by emotive sound. Music has always helped me to understand the strangeness of the world around me and my relation to it, whilst at the same time offering me shelter from it. As I started to learn a few tunes, I’d imagine that I was playing to (quite literally) the world, in a huge theatre. I’d practise coming on stage, walking into the living room, then I’d bow, take to my keyboard and play Mary Had A Little Lamb with all my heart to the imaginary masses.

“Music has always helped me to understand the strangeness of the world around me”

I knew it was stupid, and I knew it was in my head, but for those moments, I was on top of the world, bubbling with happiness. That planted a seed which quietly grew in my mind. I’ve learnt that the dreams of a child are a powerful thing, and go onto to influence the adult that child becomes in an enormous way. So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at how much I adore playing on the streets, to (quite literally) the world, a handful or people at a time. For those few minutes when everyone is around me, giving me their time, listening to me play, I become the same child I was in the living room, on top of the world, bubbling with happiness.

I owe a huge thank you to everyone who graces me with their time and stops to hear me play. You are helping me turn my life’s dream to reality!


This entry was posted on Saturday, February 4th, 2012 at 1:09 pm.

FEEDBACK ON THE ALBUM

So the album has been released for just 3 weeks, and I’ve been overwhelmed by how much support it has recieved, 400 sold already! I wanted to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has bought a copy and sent in kind words. Your love and support fuels my fire! I just wanted to share a few words of feedback on the album from my first fans…

“It’s amazing, absolutely! I enjoyed every moment and sound.”
Kseniya Danilochkina

“It made me cry. I love it”
Denny X

“I can hear love & passion in every single word and sound. Truly great album!”
Maria Walschikow

“It’s the first time I’ve heard anything so nice”
Shuxian Ho

“Only one word: SHIVER!!!”
Manuela Martinoli

“Your voice is amazing… Very soulful – you sing and play with such incredible passion – it’s refreshing! … I feel like I’ve just read a few pages in your diary… Wrapped Around My Little Finger gave me shivers!”
Sarah Johansen

“Cannot stop listening to it. Absolutely amazing!!!”
Sophie Koren

“It’s AMAZING!”
Joanna Marie Lambert

“Incredible”
Cecile Garidi

You can get the album from the  MUSIC  section. Also available from iTunes worldwide. Thank you for you love, right back at you!

This entry was posted on Sunday, January 22nd, 2012 at 11:06 pm.