Robbery!

4 08 2011

Writing about the evil machinations of the industry is two parts paranoia and one part frustration. My general lack of achievement in music is my own fault really. Too many years treading water left me sodden and lacking agility.

That’s why I’m 29 and only just now making a concerted effort to do anything with my stuff. And that’s mostly thanks to my current crew: Jamie, Kenny, Steven and Al. Inspiring people.

Back to the machinations… gigging. It’s tough making money out of live music – it requires an investment of time, money and intelligence. And even with those things you ultimately rely on the bands. A lot of those bands aren’t really in it for the right reasons. They want to be in a band, but they don’t want to actually BE a band with all the energy and commitment that requires.

As a promoter, you could book out a venue, ask three bands to come along and sell as many tickets as they can. They turn up, having sold nothing, and play to no one before complaining they had no audience. And you’ve lost money.

So, naturally you think you won’t take that chance again. Instead you apply “ticket minimums”. It sounds officious and, more than anything, it’s not pay to play, because that’s awful and you wouldn’t do that to bands. But it’s just a variant and in some ways it’s worse.

Pay to play was awful. Basically it’s when promoters expect bands to pay their way onto a bill. If they can’t, they don’t get to play. Shameful stuff, right? The Musicians Union barred many venues in the 90s and early 2000s on account of it. Many venues blacklisted promoters. But in the last few years, spurred on by the struggling economy, it’s made a quiet and malicious comeback.

Here’s how it works: promoter gives you 20 tickets, says he needs the money from the first 10 sold. I’ve seen promoters say the extra sales are yours or need to be split 50-50. They claim they have costs to cover (venue, equipment, promotion) and that they’re giving you a great stage to play on.

How much of that is true? Not a single part of it. Let’s look at venue costs. A decent small venue like The 13th Note in Glasgow costs £50 to hire for the night. That gives you the stage, PA plus extras, staff for the bar and a sound guy. You need to bring amps, drum kits, etc. Let’s say you can source all of this or the bands agree to bring and share. Promotion is a bit trickier. Most of the local newspapers and culture type things have free event listings. You might have some posters but at local band level these are generally laser printed so even 50 will only cost maybe £5. £55 for the night.

Let’s say the tickets are £5 each and the four bands playing (often the number on these shows) give their minimum, even if they’ve not sold enough tickets (why do they do this? Because they don’t know better and think they won’t be allowed to play if they don’t have the money). That’s £145 straight into the promoter’s pocket, with the bare minimum investment.

The promoter hasn’t brought anyone along, hasn’t spent any time promoting the gig, and hasn’t done anything that will get the bands any attention. All the promoter has done is profited of other people’s hard work. The band ends up with nothing to show other than a gig that probably cost them money to play at.

That is not promoting, not the way I understand it. It’s profiteering. There are better deals out there if bands work together. You don’t need a promoter, you just need likeminded individuals to share the cost and all put effort in.

That’s what we’re going to do. We had one semi-successful shot already and we’re going to do more. Small venues, good bands, low cost, all working together to help each other grow. I sound like a hippy… :o (

 





Welcome to London

18 07 2011

I’ve taken a short-term  secondment from my old job. I wanted a new challenge and now I’m getting it, but not in the way you might think.

Here’s what happened: flew to Londonland earlier this evening. Forgot what an endless journey it is between Heathrow and the city centre, got on the train arrive at my destination an hour after getting off the flight. All good, I walk to the hotel and the desk clerk says, “Excuse me sir, I’ll just be a minute,” and then disappears for about ten.

Ok, I’m getting a little worried. The hotels were all booked up when I’d been booking my room. What if they’d given my room away? What would I do?

Basically, they hadn’t given my room away, it had become unavailable due to a maintenance issue. So they’d given my room away. To make up for it and keep me off the streets, they offered to taxi me off to the Marriott in Regent’s Park. I knew no difference and just wanted my bed, so hurrah.

The taxi driver (complementary, of course) arrived. This wasn’t a London cab. It was a bloke in a Fiat. Now he was very lovely and as it turned out very calm for a driver in London. But for a few minutes I kept checking my GPD to make sure we were on a recognised route. All because Marcus at work told me a story about the time he thoughts he was kidnapped by a dodgy taxi driver in Rio.

Get to the hotel and, actually, it’s nicer than the other one. Shame I have to swap over tomorrow night. Oh well…

I’m going to get some more USA pictures up soon.





Everyone’s a writer nowadays

28 09 2010

You can blame blogs (he says, throwing stones from his glass house), blame Twitter, or blame Facebook but, whoever you blame; we’ve got a problem on our hands. And it’s only getting worse.

The rise of social media means we’ve taken great steps in understanding human civilization. It’s just a shame civilisation can’t spell or make much sense.

I know language evolves. We don’t see many people use the word ‘perspicacious’* anymore, do we? Words go out of use, they change, we compress them, and we create new ones. But they still need to make sense in context. Bad writers never get the context and, every day, they are routinely raping the English language with painfully bad, overlong crap.

And it’s all social media’s fault. In the past, these people wouldn’t have had a platform to share their thoughts. Thanks to all the places I mentioned at the start, they do. What’s worse is these non-clever cookies think they’re good. You’ll often hear “I’m a writer” because they wrote a letter and a blog about their holiday in Majorca last summer. They got drunk too – you can see the photos on Facebook.

With the platform in place, they now say “I’m a writer. And I have a place to share.” Suddenly they have an opinion about what’s good writing, even as they commit apostrocities and write sentences so long that they turn into lines of code. Then, to make it even more painful, they say “Well, that’s just your opinion. Good writing’s subjective!”

MOTHER-FUCKER, I WILL DESTROY YOU IF YOU EVER SAY THAT TO ME AGAIN!

No, good writing is not subjective. Good writing is entirely objective (as in, not influenced by personal feelings, interpretations, or prejudice; based on facts; unbiased: an objective opinion). A 53 word sentence with no commas as part of a 400 word paragraph is the equivalent of a stiletto in the eye. Blades in eyes are not often seen as good writing. Who the hell could digest something like that without serious effort? And that’s the thing; writers make the effort so the audience shouldn’t have to.

What bothers me is that making an effort is the furthest thing from these writers’ minds. “It’s my style (despite the complete lack of one), so I’m not changing it,” is a familiar refrain for these guys.

Yeah, I know – I’m a snob. I’m proud of my job title having the word ‘writer’ in it (though would be less so if it was ‘under’ at the beginning). But that wasn’t some game over where I said “ok, good enough!” and stopped. I can get better, so I keep trying. And I think it’s important we make things simple even though it takes a lot more work than writing something in a complex way.

Language changes but the reason we write hasn’t. We write because we want to communicate. If we start to excuse writing that fails at that, then what’s the point?

Who knows? By making the effort, maybe the audience will make the effort with you.

*It means extremely perceptive

Coming next: 70’s horror ‘classics’ The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes. How have they aged? Title to come.

Coming a little later: Mann, Nolan, Demme, the Coens and Singer: guns, crime, masculinity and kicking ass. Not the catchiest… I’ll come up with something better.





Stuff others like that I really don’t like (part one)

26 09 2010

The Dark Knight (directed by Christopher Nolan)

Sitting in the cavernous IMAX cinema on London’s South Bank, booming soundtrack and overwhelming visuals, I realise something. I’m bored. The Dark Knight has made me bored.

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I was confused at this. All the reviews suggested this was a dark (hey, it’s in the title, it must be!), intelligent, adult movie. It just happened to be about a guy dressed up as a bat. Who is also a billionaire genius skilled in krav maga. Wait… who the fuck were they kidding?

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