Ode to Baz Luhrman

On Thursday nights a gathering of local artists, writers, and musicians amble over to the Water Canyon Coffee Co., a quirky li'l coffee house rich in ambiance and fragrant java, to air their latest creations at "Open Mike Night" via new chapter, music, or poetry. These are fledgling talents not meant to seek stardom, but encouragement. I've been at the Canyon on a handful of Thursday nights, but I have to sheepishly admit that I've only done so during the off season of Grey's Anatomy, my saltlick cryptonite of night-time dramedy. Maybe one day I'll get up the nerve to share my own creative work, but for the most part I'm satisfied with just sitting in the back and listening to virgin material. In the mean time, I want to re-play a classic by Mr. Baz Luhrman, who in a wonderous creative moment crafted one of the most brilliant pieces of prose ever written, which later went on to become a well-sought song. So sit back and relax, and enjoy a one of a kind classic:

"Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the

future,
sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;

oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that

worrying is as effective as trying tosolve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4:00 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts; don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead;
sometimes you’re behind; the race is long, and in the end it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch. .................

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you wanna do with your life; the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees; you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry -- maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children --
maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40 -- maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either -- your choices are half chance; so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body; use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living
room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you
never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography, in lifestyle, because the older you get the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise; politicians will philander; you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund; maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia: dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

~Baz Luhrman .... director, producer, screenwriter & profound speech maker