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Keeping the Faith When the Room Feels Quiet

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I remember being one of the last kids picked for kickball. Standing there in the dust with my hands in my pockets, waiting for someone to call my name. Everyone else seemed to belong somewhere. Everyone else seemed to have a team. That feeling has followed me into adulthood more times than I care to admit.

It rises up again whenever I put something out into the world and the room stays quiet. Every blog post. Every episode. Every reflection. Each one is a small act of courage. Each one is a piece of my soul placed gently on the table. Yet the silence that follows can hit with the same sting I felt on that kickball field.

There are days when it feels like no one wants me in their band. No replies. No call backs. No echoes of connection. I have chosen two of the loneliest gigs in the world. Leadership asks you to walk into the unknown even when no one notices. Writing asks you to offer your heart with no promise that anyone will take it. There is no applause built into any of this. There is no guarantee that your work will lead to opportunity.

So I have to keep the faith that there are quiet listeners out there. I have to trust that someone is reading or watching or absorbing even if I never hear the echo. I have to accept that my work may never be seen by the people I wish would see it. I have to keep creating anyway because that is the only way I can stay true to myself.

When doubt begins to weigh me down, I think of George Harrison. In the latter days of The Beatles, he felt like an outsider in his own band. His songs were often pushed aside. Yet he kept writing. He kept believing in his sound. Even in those difficult seasons, he delivered “Something” and “Here Comes The Sun.” Those songs became the heart of what many considered to be their greatest album, “Abbey Road.”

Then came the moment when his backlog of unheard songs found their place. “All Things Must Pass “emerged as a three album masterpiece by George Harrison. A triumph born from years of quiet rejection. A reminder that some brilliance finds its home only after the world grows ready for it. That album just celebrated its fifty fifth anniversary. It is a cherished album for me. It reminds me that the work we create in the shadows can one day light the way for someone else.

Maybe the same can be true for me. I have been part of good bands in my life. Maybe one more band is still out there. Until then, I will keep the faith even when the room feels quiet. I will write anyway. I will lead anyway. I will create anyway.

Because someone somewhere may need the sound I am trying to make. Even if I never hear the echo, the act of making it still matters.

In the Key of Brian

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How Brian Wilson’s Music Taught Me About Leadership, Vulnerability, and the Courage to Keep Going

Devastated.

Brian Wilson is gone.

The news hit me hard today. Brian wasn’t just a musical genius. He was a spiritual guide, a quiet architect of harmony, and the voice behind songs that shaped my life. His music—those symphonies of soul, longing, and joy—have been my compass through the loud and quiet moments of living.

Just last week, I was basking in the joy of a surprise Father’s Day gift from my wife and daugthers: tickets to see The Beach Boys live. Brian had long since retired from performing, but his presence was felt. It always is. It lingers in the harmonies. It rises in the arrangements. It pulses in every chorus sung by a crowd of strangers suddenly made family by melody.

I was fortunate to see Brian perform live several times in the late 1990s and early 2000s during his remarkable comeback. It was more than a concert. It was a rebirth.

Brian’s music has accompanied the milestones of my life.

I remember pressing my ear to a clock radio 45 years ago, trying to catch every layered nuance of Good Vibrations. I didn’t understand the complexity of what I was hearing yet—but I felt it. I was entranced.

I remember watching a Beach Boys concert on HBO in the 1980s with my dad. He loved R&B and soul, and yet there we were—grooving, smiling, singing along to Fun, Fun, Fun like it was gospel.

I remember hearing the opening chords of California Girls in the delivery room as my twin daughters were being born. That mini-symphony played while new life entered the world, and in that moment, I felt the rush of peace. God was with us. Everything was going to be okay.

I remember not getting Pet Sounds, in its first when I first heard it in 1990. But I grew into it—and came to see it for what it is: the greatest album of all time. A masterpiece of heart, soul, and innovation.

I remember hearing Cabin Essence from a bootleg copy of SMiLE on vinyl in a record store. I looked around in stunned silence. A clerk caught my gaze and nodded as if to silently say, “We get it, don’t we?” No words. Just knowing.

I remember driving my oldest daughter home from daycare, both of us singing Heroes and Villains at the top of our lungs. Laughter and joy spilling through the car like sunshine.

But Brian Wilson didn’t just give us songs. He gave us strength.

Through Pet Sounds, he showed me that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s strength in its purest form.
Through SMiLE, he taught me that unfinished dreams can be resurrected with grace, imagination, and perseverance.
Through his life, he reminded us that the creative process is messy, sacred, and worth the fight.

Brian Wilson’s willingness to face his mental health struggles publicly—amidst a whirlwind of fame and pressure—changed how I view courage. He didn’t hide his pain. He didn’t pretend it wasn’t there. He just kept going. Kept writing. Kept harmonizing. That quiet, determined bravery became a guiding light for me.

Last year, when I experienced a heart episode that resulted in me being rushed to the hospital, I found myself in one of the most vulnerable seasons of my life. Alongside the physical recovery came emotional weight—mental health struggles I didn’t always know how to name. In that difficult stretch, I thought of Brian. I revisited his story. I played Pet Sounds and SMiLE. His music gave me permission to slow down, to feel, to heal. His example reminded me that we don’t have to be perfect to keep going—we just have to keep showing up, one note at a time.

Brian Wilson’s quote, “Music is God’s voice,” echoes eternally in my mind.

As a school leader, that idea centers me. It reminds me that learning is sacred. That harmony matters. That love, when set to rhythm, can move hearts and minds in ways nothing else can.

For those who’ve followed this blog or listened to the Principal Liner Notes podcast, you’ve heard me talk about Creative Courage. That’s Brian Wilson to the core. The courage to innovate. To feel deeply. To fail. To rise. To try again.

Today, I mourn. But I also give thanks.

I give thanks for the peace his songs brought me in a delivery room.
I give thanks for the laughter his melodies brought into my car.
I give thanks for the strength his life gave me when I needed it most.

Brian Wilson changed my life.

His harmonies still ring. His spirit still sings. And for those of us willing to listen, his legacy keeps leading us forward—in the key of empathy, in the tempo of grace.

Thank you, Brian.
You gave us harmony.
You gave us honesty.
You gave us your heart.

We’ll carry the melody from here.

The Power of Music in Leadership: Creating Your Soundtrack

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Leaders need a soundtrack. Not just a playlist for meetings and icebreakers. Our journey is driven by service and selflessness, often forgetting to nurture our own well-being. I’m talking about a personal soundtrack for leaders—a melody that resonates with peace and balance in our lives. Music is the universal remedy that stirs deep emotions and memories.

For me, the world is a soundtrack filled with sounds, notes, and harmonies. Music is the divine thread that connects us to our shared humanity. Each of us carries a beat that shapes our days. I often associate memories with specific songs or albums. For instance, when I hear Bruce Springsteen’s “Girls in Their Summer Clothes,” I’m transported back to a warm June afternoon. The song blared from my car windows as I returned home from school. Spotting my three daughters playing joyfully in the backyard, I was enveloped in a moment of pure bliss. We ran to create each other with hugs and kisses. The song seemed crafted for this snapshot of fatherhood, etching the memory deep within. Music has a way of reminding us of life’s blessings.

Music can transport us through time, reliving moments etched on our life’s canvas. Amid the frenzy of deadlines and endless meetings, leaders can lose touch with why we embarked on this journey. That’s why I infuse my days with music—it’s my fuel for meaningful pauses. Reflection becomes a reminder of life’s goodness and the limitless possibilities, even amid challenges.

Recently, I rediscovered David Bowie’s “Black Tie White Noise,” an album often overshadowed by his classics. This gem from 1993 holds a special place in my heart. I remember picking it up on an April afternoon, eager to reunite with the woman who later became my wife. As a first-year teacher navigating the challenges of a new role, the album’s energy and Bowie’s lyrics mirrored my confidence and excitement. Driving to meet Deb, the traffic allowed a stop at a record store, where “The Wedding Song” echoed from the stereo. Bowie’s voice, poignant and urgent, captured the essence of love. I was captivated, buying the CD without hesitation. The album’s ethereal romanticism mirrored my own love story, affirming that all was right in my world.

“Black Tie White Noise” emerged from Bowie’s response to the Rodney King riots and his marriage to Iman—a reflection on racial harmony and personal union. As a young Black man also in a relationship with a White woman, I resonated with Bowie’s introspection. The album’s resonance endures, reminding me of a time filled with hope and promise.

Every note of “Black Tie White Noise” transports me to that spring of ’93—windows down, singing along with Bowie. It’s a reminder of the blessings and the people who uplift me. This soundtrack underscores life’s meaning and my place within it.

Every leader deserves a soundtrack—a melody that echoes our humanity and reminds us of life’s richness beyond our professional realms. Music not only heals but also reaffirms our purpose.

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Questions for Reflection and Connection

  • What songs make up your life’s soundtrack?
  • Which tunes inspire and evoke cherished memories for you?
  • How does music influence your leadership journey?

Feel free to share your songs on X or Instagram. Tag me at @smgaillard and use #PrincipalLinerNotes. Let’s celebrate the power of music together.

Let’s harness the power of music to inspire, reflect, and connect.

Please feel free to share these songs on X or Instagram and tag me at @smgaillard and #PrincipalLinerNotes. I would love to share in the Music with you.

Three Moves to Build Your Life Soundtrack

1. Take intentional time to revisit a song from your past that sparks joy and journal about its significance.
2. Create a shared playlist with colleagues and friends, sharing songs that inspire fond memories.
3. Connect with loved ones through music. Ask them about songs that hold special meaning for them.