I absolutely hate trying to market or promote musicians.
Why?
Nothing against musicians – I love them. But I’d argue that as far as products go, a musician is the hardest to sell.
I’ve written for a few of them. Every time I begin I start to feel like a fraud. I default to the standard. I feel I have no where to go but to promote them as something ‘rare’ and ‘unique’ and ‘talented beyond their years or time’. But the fraudulent feeling starts (no matter how talented the artists) when the truth comes out that they have just had the same start and story as everyone else. They’ve all picked up instruments when they were young, all had natural talent, all had it nurtured by trials, tribulations and triumphs, and all have bared all as they sat up on stage and paired their experience to a few eloquently chosen chords.
It’s ironic really. A world of music, an endless arrangement of chords, no two voices alike, and yet every musician’s story stems from a handful of basic truths (as listed above).
Recently, I’ve been going out to musical venues more. From choral concerts to my old folk-based haunt, I’ve been listening with a different perspective to try to build an angle on the sounds, and see how to pitch on a high note.
After a recent night out, I jotted something down in my journal and I felt like I had had a lightbulb moment about the heart of what differentiates one musician from the next. Here’s an exerpt:
Writer’s Log, Star Date TBD
There’s something surreal about this place. The old century home smells like a church mixed with a bar. The crowd that gathers is a mish-mash of twenty somethings in top hats, and old timers in baseball caps. The artsy and the true.
From where I sit, the music is pulling something out of me, making me feel nostalgic, making me feel the weight of a hardened heart for all the verses on soured love that ring true, and lifting me up when the notes fall on the lighter subject of being loved and loving freely.
In truth, no one really cares how the musician ‘broke through’ in their musical career other than the other musicians that are trying to do the same. No one cares as much about artist’s journey as much as where the song takes them, the listener. These days the artists are near irrelevant, it’s the music that’s taken the center stage. And the reason why we want the music is because we want to see ourselves. We want to transcend what we see as a daily grind, as a trial that happens to everyone, we want to feel special and recognized and romanticized and other-worldly. We want to feel eloquent and elevated, profound and epic. While I sat there listening, I felt all of those things about my tiny little ordinary life and it made me feel recognized, validated, and, in the magic of the flowing sound, special.
Now how to use that angle? How do you market that? How do you sell it? If music is a mirror, how do you get people to recognize themselves and be transported away?
Personally, it’s made me feel like press kits and bios are almost a waste of time. If fans are made by ear, then should all musicians simply shut up and sing until their heard?
These are the things I ponder.






















