Showing posts with label jerry garcia. Show all posts
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21 July 2011

eBook Marketing Models: If it's good enough for Jerry Garcia, it's good enough for me. (And Jerry only had 9 fingers.)


I saw a Tweet this morning that got me all fired up, something along the lines of '...a professional is somebody who doesn't give his work away.' (I suppose I could find the offending Tweet and just paste it here, but I gots points to make.)

It probably wasn't directed at me (paranoia forced me to type probably) but I took it personally because that's kind of my game right now--getting books to readers. From personal experience I know that thousands of published writers die on the shelf without ever seeing a royalty check. They jumped through the publication hurdles like they were Carl Lewis, but never built a fan base. Second or third books in their series never got published because the first book didn't sell like Snuggies. Maybe some of these guys were pubbed through a smaller press without publicists or marketers telling them what to do at every turn, and maybe some of these were writers who just didn't have the foresight or confidence to grow a fan base ("I'm a writer, not a salesman.")

Now I don't have too many people holding my hand, telling me what works and what doesn't. And a lot of new writers are in the same boat. That's why we hang out on forums and read blogs. I started looking for models from other fields, and this is how I stumbled upon a model that worked.

This time last year, I decided to give a thousand books away because this is similar to what the Grateful Dead did with recordings of their shows. They figured after they played a show it wasn't theirs anymore--it belonged to the fans.And I figured I wasn't selling books. I was selling myself.

In building support for my model I stumbled upon The Grateful Dead and the Tapers: A Distribution Lesson for the Arts where blogger Louise K. Stevens writes, "Face to face interaction with content is what builds audiences far more than all the PR and marketing in the world. Face to face interaction – sure, including via digitized media – that is facilitated by people just like you and me, who think enough of the content to pass it along, is even more likely to build audiences. Too bad that 99.9% of the artists out there have contracts forbidding the very thing that, as Kowasaki puts it, is totally enchanting in the simplicity of methods to build and keep thousands of happy fans. Think of it – a taper section at the concert hall. A taper section at the theatre, the opera. YouTube content that never stops, that is fundamental to audience growth. Encourage distribution, facilitate it, champion it. And watch the line at the box office grow and grow, just as it did for the Dead."

Think she's full of BS too? Then check out Marketing Lessons from the Grateful Dead: What Every Business Can Learn from the Most Iconic Band in History by David Meerman Scott and Brian Halligan. They talk about specific concepts that have made the Dead who they are.

Here's what the Dead have taught me:

The Dead have taught me stay away from the flock. Otherwise I'd still be querying agents. Of course, it can be argued that the new wave of publishing is just another type of flock, which I suppose it is. But since it's a flock of independents, it's more like a flock of mountain lions than a flock of ducks.

The Dead were prolific experimenters (both legal and illegally.) Experimentation yields innovation and keeps the flock on their toes. Stephenie Meyer and J.K. Rowling were both genre outsiders. Maybe that's why Stephen King hates Stephenie Meyer so much? She didn't follow genre rules and play the games that you're supposed to play ("Publish a thousand short stories before you even think about querying...")

The Dead realized that the fans defined them, and didn't have a problem with trying to keep tight control over their music, imagery, iconography. They rewarded loyalty and innovation within the community, especially when it came to merchandise.



The Dead taught me that content belonged to the fans. This is a tough one for some writers to grasp. You can complete the best novel ever written and keep it in a drawer and charge one person a million dollars to read it. Or you can rely on hundreds (then thousands) of people to fall in love with what you do and hope that (and encourage) them to get a few friends to buy the book. This is Marketing 101. Word of mouth, and all that? (Some writers who haven't attempted marketing yet need to keep an eye on what you're posting and those scathing reviews on Goodreads, lest those words come back to bite you square in the ass.)

Most of all the Dead have taught me to do what I love. Don't write to market. Don't follow trends. Don't play it safe. One of the first things I heard as a writer was "..write the book YOU want to read." I took it as the writer saying my stuff would never get read, so I have to write for personal enjoyment only. And now that my stuff is being read I know he meant that you STILL have to write for yourself, first and foremost. Since I put my stuff out there for the world to read I have not had one miserable minute writing. I do not have to be reminded to 'get my ass in the chair' and do not have to be coaxed to keep up word counts. This is fun. Would I do it for free, as a hobby, the way I'm doing it now? Yes. I honestly would. But the fan interaction and checks and the opportunity to work with Raw Dog Screaming Press and Hatch Show Print make so much sweeter.

A friend from Seton Hill posted a link to Seth Godin's blog this morning. It was a short post if you want to check it out for yourself:

Building a job vs. building a business


He talks about the mentality of workers vs. entrepreneurs and it totally validated the way I felt this morning. And I guess what I would've said, if I would've replied to the Tweet was, "I'm not trying to sell books for a few bucks here and there. I'm trying to build something that's going to exist beyond this book, and the next, and the book after that."

And I guess I just did that here.



31 May 2011

THE MUSIC AND PRESTON BLACK Grateful Dead, Swing Auditorium, San Bernardino, CA, February 26, 1977


From THE DEVIL AND PRESTON BLACK:

    Jerry strummed a banjo. As he plucked he said, "Satan's already been defeated, he just don't know it yet. He'll soon get all he has coming to him. Woe to my children for the devil's coming down on you with great wrath, because he knows that he ain't got but a short time."
    In the hospital room the air kicked on, chilling the sweat that had formed on my skin. I folded my arms over my t-shirt, a shirt I had when I was little. Optimus Prime held up a laser pistol with one hand. With the other he waved with a half pointed finger, like Bumblebee, Jazz and Bluestreak would appear on the horizon any second to kick Megatron's whiny ass. The red shirt, worn thin and soft by thousands of washings had been my favorite.
    I asked, "What do I have to do? To save myself?"


Buy the THE DEVIL AND PRESTON BLACK on Amazon.

For so many years the Grateful Dead were summer to me. Probably had a lot to do with the moving of rafting operations from the Cheat in West Virginia to the Lower Yough in Ohiopyle. Being closer to home gave the guides more time to hang out and goof-off before and after trips. Life at the campgrounds was in full-swing. Days got warmer. Laurels bloomed. You saw the same group of guys over and over. The guys you worked with, and relied on, became your family.

This show opens with TERRAPIN STATION, which is my ultimate GD song. I can't listen to it in January unless I'm in a self-punishing type of mood. When I hear this song wildflowers burst open in wide, sunny mountain meadows. A giant moon rises over the pines followed by an even bigger Venus. Maybe there's a campfire. Tea is brewing.

From TERRAPIN STATION lyrics by Robert Hunter:

Inspiration, move me brightly, light the song with sense and color,
Hold away despair.
More than this I will not ask, faced with mysteries dark and vast.
Statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb to get to Terrapin.

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright,
The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best.
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
Crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin Station.


This sbd sounds amazing. Worth a stream or download.

Grateful Dead Live at Swing Auditorium on 1977-02-26 (February 26, 1977)



1 Terrapin Station 10:57
2 New Minglewood Blues 04:56
3 They Love Each Other 07:05
4 Estimated Prophet 07:09
5 Sugaree 11:04
6 Mama Tried 02:44
7 Deal 05:50
8 Playin' in the Band 14:00
9 The Wheel 04:58
10 Playin' in the Band 05:31
11 Samson and Delilah 06:07
12 Tennessee Jed 08:42
13 The Music Never Stops 06:19
14 Help on the Way > Slipknot! 13:22
15 Franklin's Tower 13:23
16 Promised Land 04:13
17 Eyes of the World 11:45
18 Dancin' in the Streets 10:00
19 Around and Around 07:00
20 U.S. Blues 06:11

Collection: GratefulDead
Band/Artist: Grateful Dead
Date: February 26, 1977 (check for other copies)
Venue: Swing Auditorium
Location: San Bernardino, CA

Source: Soundboard
Lineage: SBD > Master Reel > PCM > DAT > CD-R
Transferred by: AlphaDog
Keywords: Live concert

Description

Terrapin Station, Minglewood Blues, They Love Each Other, Estimated Prophet, Sugaree, Mama Tried, Deal, Playing In The Band > The Wheel > Playing In The Band Samson & Delilah, Tennessee Jed, The Music Never Stopped, Help On The Way-> Slipknot!-> Franklin's Tower, Promised Land, Eyes Of The World-> Dancin' In The Streets-> Around & Around, E: U.S. Blues