Writing the song “Don’t Give A Damn”; as vapid and angst ridden as that may sound right off the bat is not a ‘mantra of apathy’ rather a slogan of empowerment. As one should know when it comes to having healthy thoughts someone else’s 'opinion’ is 'none of your business’ as in 'Don’t Give A Damn’.
The inspiration of such is the fact that I unknowingly had put myself in an overtly toxic environment for the sake of a college degree that has little or no use in my profession of choice.
Long story short, as a minority in the South- Dallas to be specific I, having grown up in a smack-dab middle class, public school, multi-cultural upbringing- I had no idea that moving from the suburb of Arlington into the big city of ‘Dallas’ for me at least was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Whilst in college, I was informed that my chances of ‘being shot’ where higher then anyone else in class- and needless to mention this place was one of the headquarters for the now non-centralized Ku Klux Klan. Even though growing up in Arlington, once again that was named after Robert E. Lee -A giant statue of him a few blocks from here kind of should have solidified my ‘moving out of here’; but like any doe-eyed 21 year old pursuing an irrelevant college degree at an irrelevant school of haters (look them up) in the styx as a theatre major to even my prospects of becoming a ‘singer’ I stayed instead of running away to Hollywood like anyone else who was serious about their career in ‘mainstream’ entertainment.
Long story short, I was working retail at the time when I was finishing up my third record on the indie side when I struck ill, where the effects of discrimination solidified.
When I worked retail, while in college quickly garnered a three year tenure where I continuously received praise and bonus’s from corporate only to be superseded by new hire’s specifically people I trained, needless to mention I was given 37-38.5 hours a week instead of 40 so I could be considered a ‘part time’ associate instead of full time so the company would not have to offer me health benefits; at the discretion of certain pallid management material of which not one of them was a minority of any kind and may as well have been from the same clan, if you catch my drift.
So I lost a limb, ended up in the hospital and the employer at the time didn’t give two shits about me. I unsuccessfully tried to sue; how ever the ‘good ol’ boys’ won out on that.
Reeling on the edge of fury and seeing red, I wrote “Don’t Give A Damn”. Having felt that in a screwy town, in a screwy society I began “These are my words of choice, neglect you not take them in vein”; as I’m not the kind of person who will be silenced by evil.