Alan | '89 | Wanderlust
Literally never send anyone on Earth your unfinished work. Never. Not one living human needs to hear that. Whatever caused you to think that was OK, purge it from your life. If someone told you to do that, never trust that individual in any context, ever again.
If you’re going to send a label something, make it the best thing you can afford to send. If that’s two brilliant songs recorded well and professionally mastered, that’s cool. If it’s a full album of unforgettable tracks given the same treatment, all the better.
Here’s the info the label wants:
- Your history as a band in three sentences or less. Where are you from and how long have you been around? No one cares that Billy Stagedive and Indie Joe met at college and searched forever until they found solid drummer Jose Klezmer. You just made the label zone out.
- What’s your tour history? Most labels can’t sell your music without you touring. If you haven’t toured, you better convince labels that you’re able and rearing to go. And do NOT mention that you want to tour with bigger bands. That’s just the natural way of things, but if you say it, you sound like you’re unwilling to grind it out on tiny headline tours. Which most labels will want you to do during times you can’t find those support tours both parties would like you to have.
- A cute story about the material. Do you have a hook for music press? Did you write the album because Jose Klezmer died and you wanted to honor him? Is your band name/album name a wry commentary on or reference to your ethnicity or gender? Do you have anything to make a clueless SXSW-goer say, “hey, I think I read about this band on a blog”? If not, don’t force it.
- Your music in a Soundcloud or Bandcamp link. Or, if the label specifically requests it, attached MP3s. But, never, ever send a mediafire link to a zip file. I have a friend whose record I haven’t listened to because it was sent to me that way. A FRIEND. Think about the odds of me listening to a stranger’s bullshit that came at me like that.
And that’s it. One-sheets are dead. Don’t let someone talk you into that nonsense. It’s not ‘professional’ when a tiny band sends a one-sheet. It’s goofy.
You want a label to actually MAYBE listen to what you send it? Have a friend ON THAT LABEL send the intro email between you and the label guy.
"Hey, Label Jim, I’ve known Billy Stagedive for years and we’ve played with his band plenty times. They’ve become a real force in Tulsa and their new material takes them to a new level in my mind. Just thought I’d hit you with this in case you haven’t heard it yet. Billy is CC’d on this. Have a good one. I’ll call you asking for flight money tonight.
Smash or be smashed,
And you immediately reply to both with:
Nice to meet you, Label Jim. Big fan of your label. Hope you like what you hear. Hit me if you have any questions.
Thanks for your time,
Then leave him the fuck alone and hope he gives it a listen.
Last Blues, La Dispute, Never Come Undone
Yo kevrot, let’s grab some coffee and go watch dolphin tale 2.
Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.
the smashing pumpkins // 1979
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