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Leadership topic - Cat Stevens

Steven Georgiou was born in 1948 to a Greek father and Swedish mother in the music district of London.  They ran a restaurant together, with the family living above it, and all the kids were expected to help out, which he did begrudgingly.  His parents divorced when he was 8, and while his father was Greek Orthodox, he attended Catholic school as it was closer when he stayed with him.  Steven’s interest in music engaged first on the piano, and then he convinced his father to buy him a guitar for the equivalent of $300 when he was 15… when like everyone, he wanted to be a Beatle 😉

Like other kids of the era, he found his way into art school, actually considering a career as a cartoonist, and was constantly beat up… but, he added ‘I was noticed” 😉  He pivoted back into music, and engaged in playing coffee shops of the era under the name Steven Adams.  He was listening to Nina Simone, Lead Belly, but also Ira and George Gershwin, often hearing the musicals around the corner from the rooftop of his home.  He was signed to a publishing deal in 1965, including his first song, “The First Cut is the Deepest”.  It increased his bookings, and he realized he enjoyed being a solo artist, compared to other peers that were forming with bands.

He knew to make it big, he needed to have a more engaging name than Georgiou, and his girlfriend said he had eyes like a cat.  Connecting also that American’s love pets, he Decided Cat as his first name would be memorable.  He quickly was discovered by an agent who arranged studio time to record both his first composition and 2 other songs that immediately went straight up the charts.

The soundtrack for a discussion of Decisions and Outcomes, two elements of leadership that are vital

engaging Outcomes

engaging Outcomes

We hear a lot about Outcomes these days, and one of the reasons I wanted to write about Cat is that his career has a lot of ups and downs.  As you saw in Decisions last week, he was once again on the upswing. By the end of this week, the Outcomes take a very different tack in his life.  The soundtrack of the music and my life rarely sync up so completely, and I remember these albums coming out, and hearing some deep meanings that were obvious… at least to me…

managing Outcomes

managing Outcomes

Coming of age in Tyler – deep East Texas – many things managed my trajectory through this season… and into the better part of my life. My parents didn’t let me “work” so I could focus on my “job” … to get good grades, the doorway to what would be coming.  Work hard, study hard, and that will pay off with Outcomes… which, to be honest, were pretty unspecific.

Seeing partners Outcomes..

Seeing partners Outcomes..

Texas is not friendly to mass transportation.  A mix of the frontier mentality, setting out to control your destiny, and then floating in oil, everywhere you go is in a car.  Particularly as you came of age, you would get your license and head out on the town… which I couldn’t until I was a senior in high school – an Outcome assured when my parents put me ahead a grade way back in Kindergarten.

observing Outcomes

observing Outcomes

By my Junior year in High School, I had found at least the beginnings of who I was becoming. Now officially on the Debate Team, I spent the summer at a camp for Debaters at TCU. Yes… I am a real nerd who actually spent two weeks preparing, studying, and practicing the debate topic for all of the NFL that season…

Outcomes to make you wonder

Outcomes to make you wonder

Wandering through my High School years, I played a bit in politics.  It was an interesting use of my ability to speak and think on my feet. I was on the Student Congress as a Sophomore and a Junior.  I was not a very active member, but I loved wondering how we could get 30 people to agree to any Outcome.  I am never sure who or why, but someone nominated me for a very prestigious event, particularly in Texas:  Boys State.

execution Outcomes

execution Outcomes

High School’s end was rapidly approaching, an Outcome we had all been working towards for 12ish years.  Our class was graduating in a momentous year – 1976 – the Bicentennial, so additional press coverage by the newspaper and local TV station was invited.  Over 3000 were gathered in the local Junior College auditorium for the event, including my own grandparents from both sides.  I was not… I was sitting across the street at a donut shop with a legal pad and a pen…. 

A renewing Outcome

A renewing Outcome

The summer of 1976 was full of global events. Bur for me, I had 2 remaining Outcomes to close before heading off to college.  First, ironically, I had gotten good enough at Student Congress – an actual NFL event – to qualify for the National Debate Tournament in Colorado Springs.  Second, I had been selected as an exchange student for the Lions Club to spend 6 weeks in Sweden.  The bad news is that those events overlapped.