Don’t Worry, Be Happy with SK Shlomo
Being labelled a jack of all trades is a double edged sword in much the same way that abusing idiomatic language with impunity can both capture someone’s attention and enrage them.
The notion of a jack of all trades has come to be used both in the negative and positive sense. It does not specify whether the trades being jacked are being jacked with quality or whether it’s just a man in debt who spent his last few thousand liquid dollars on a business card making machine.
Perhaps this is why it’s important to not give too much weight to the praise of others. A compliment is as much of a lie as an insult, it’s just usually hurled with less spit and airborne china and therefore easier to accept. But while an insult is usually a paralytic, a compliment is a stimulant, reinforcing behaviour the inherent worthiness of which you have no real idea, resulting in you standing pants-less on the street yelling off-key lyrics about abortion over the cacophony of a one-man-band machine, or a contract with Roc-A-Fella Records.
In saying that, one could argue that there is no such thing as inherent worthiness, and the praise of others, whatever the motivation, is the only truth necessary to flourish in vague happiness until death.
Apropos of that, we present to you the genre-defying, award-winning, record-breaking beatboxer, producer, live-looper and actor, SK Shlomo.
SK Shlomo will deliver an exclusive set from his home as part of the Royal Albert Home sessions. The genre-defying, award-winning, record-breaking beatboxer, producer and live-looper burst into the mainstream as ‘Shlomo’, collaborating with Björk and performing with famous fans including Damon Albarn, Lily Allen and Imogen Heap. As the first ever World Looping Champion, he taught his friend Ed Sheeran some tricks. He has played the main stage at Glastonbury, won rave reviews for his autobiographical one-man shows, and even had a feature film about him. His debut album, Surrender, was released in 2019.
No matter the worth or accuracy of our accolades we are flesh sacks that are born alone and die alone. Our success or lack thereof is determined by chance.
But it’s nice to be nice.