Tuesday, 2 December 2008

(Mark) Spreading the word. Quietly.


Marketing isn't the first thing one thinks about when dreaming about making an album. You think about the music, what you're going to have on the front cover and maybe what kind of biscuits you're going to have in the studio...wait, the studio. Ok, where are we going to get the money to record this album? In the past a record deal was your only option but now there are many more ways of doing this. Fans pre-buying the CD and sharing of the income from the album (through Sellaband) was how we financed "The Elements" and (if all goes well) it'll be how we finance our new project "The Lemon Tree".

When you've made your album how do you get people to hear it? We already had a fan-base by the time we released The Elements, one that had grown by word-of-mouth, people had listened to Chromatography and they'd told their friends. It wasn't a huge fan-base but enough to raise the target $50,000 on Sellaband.

Things have changed a great deal in the music industry over the last decade, it used to be that a record company would throw money at something and seemingly if they threw enough: the artist would become successful. Nowadays record labels are throwing millions at projects that only sell 800 copies and there are countless places people can go to find new music - it's almost impossible to know about them all, let alone try to control them - as they once did with the record stores. It seems like the major labels are having to shout even louder now just to be heard at all.

So, in this over-saturated, decentralised media marketplace, how does a small band from London get heard above the racket of everyone screaming as loud as they can?

The answer is we don't. We wouldn't be heard, and even if we could why would we want to be? As music lovers in our own right we certainly don't want to be shouted at, and the kind of people who listen to our music don't like being shouted at either.

It takes me a long time to trust a band enough to buy their music, trust they are are going to deliver something truly great and trust that they are going to keep delivering good music. Like most music lovers I've been burnt. I've trusted a magazine review paid for by a major record company that's told me that "this album will change my life" and it's not delivered. For many of us it's hard to trust the radio, TV and music magazines anymore - so where do we turn? To our friends. My friends know the music they like and can tell me honestly if they think I'll like something - and often they are right.

How do we get people to tell their friends about us?

We take the time to make the best music we can make, the way we've been working for nearly 7 years. We spend a great deal of time on the details, the little things that people DO notice and really appreciate. We make the music we want to listen to. We tell our friends, and our mailing list, and if they like the music - we leave it up to them to tell people.

We try to make great videos, again, concentrating on the little details that make something special. We use these videos not as an advertising tool, but as separate pieces of art for our own enjoyment and that of our friends.

We've tried "professional" industry management, we've tried PR people, neither worked for us. We don't like the way the old model of the music industry worked but luckily it'll have eaten itself up in five years. From the countless meetings we've had in the last few years we can see that there are very few people who seem to know what they're doing right now. So until we meet someone who comes up with a better way of spreading the word about Second Person - we're going to work in the only way we know how. If you make good music, and you give people access to it, they'll come to you.

If you shout at people they will stop listening to you. We're not going to shout and we are going to do things our way.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

(Julia) Scotland the Brave


So, we get in the car and drive up to Scotland. Just because we can.

Eight hours in the car playing incomprehensible version of Twenty Questions, and eating things from M&S. Arrive in Collington, where we are shown some quite incredibly bountiful hospitality from the gorgeous Maceachen family.

Why are maps in Scotland not waterproof? Come to think of it, why did we not print up plastic flyers? By 4pm on our first day there is so much rainwater everywhere that I have to throw my ballet shoes away and buy a pair of boots. Lunch at a cafe called Petit Paris, or similar - delicious. A guitar-playing comedian does impressions of 'women from around the world making love' in between verses of 'Twist and Shout'. Collect Neil and Angus from the station, and then everyone is too cold to go on thrusting damp flyers at Swedish tourists, so we get in a taxi and go home. I go out for supper with my friend Jill, a genius PhD lady; we go to the Nile Valley Cafe, for five kinds of mashed garlic. Later some form of comedy show. I do not sleep much, as is often the case before gigs.

Day of gig dawns more clear and we sound check at 9am. Painless - in fact, perhaps better to sound check at this hour? Like arriving on time for double Chemistry on a Tuesday and feeling smug about it. Venue is church converted into theatre. Sound bounces off the stone. Afterwards, we go on a long expedition to find fried breakfast foods. I go to an exhibition of Scotland and Impressionists, and later see my friend Nick Thomas in his show, NewsRevue, for which I have to run in bare feet across Bristo Square, nearly missing the beginning. It is brilliant.

Dinner in a restaurant near the Roxy; we don't realise there's a special Fawlty Towers show going on and end up eating 'backstage' while Sybil and Basil set fire to Manuel and shout at the diners. I order raspberry sorbet as both appetiser and dessert, for some reason. Exhausted by about 9.30pm, and we end up going onstage close to midnight, but the adrenaline invariably kicks in.

Gig is great. Especially 'The Kitchen', of which I am increasingly fond. (I am planning my own cookery show, which will be about how to provide proper snacks for bands, with complex carbohydrates and balanced proteins, so that they don't go and buy samosas and things with hydrogenated vegetable oils from the shop next to the rehearsal studio.) I stay up until about 6am, which is rare for me - Edinburgh too exciting, too vital, to sleep through.

Thursday, 24 July 2008

(Julia) We played at the Proud Gallery on Tuesday...



...in support of the Big Issue. The Proud Gallery is a converted horse hospital in Camden Stables Market; walking in felt like being fifteen and looking for a lava lamp and a Metallica poster, or being seventeen and looking for oversized white vintage flares to customise with a marker-pen (yes, yes, I was very eccentric, also my school didn't have a dress code, so it was entirely possible to turn up wearing nothing but a PVC catsuit and a pair of wings. I didn't, personally, but I did have a collection of kimonos, top hats, tailcoats and bow ties, and they were mainly sourced in Camden..)

We felt very honoured to be asked to play, met some lovely people, and enjoyed ourselves very much. Next gig is the Vibe Bar on the 31st with Temposhark. Looking forward to that one too..

(Julia) Lyrics to 'Fire' from 'The Elements'

I used to play with matches
When I was very small
Legends of wolves and witches
I memorised them all
So many nasty stitches
So many jagged blades
I tidied up the pieces
I tried to mend my ways
But he came right out of nowhere
Like an unfamiliar tune
Sat down upon my armchair
And opened up my wounds
I put up no resistance
So insistent was desire
But one of my addictions is
I used to play with fire

Do you
Do you have a light
Do you have the time of day
Would you
Would you save a life
If you had a life to save

How sweetly we collided
Just like two meteors
For days he did as I did
Mixed drinks and metaphors
Oh so much phosphorescence
We added spark to spark
I should have learnt my lesson
Already broke my heart

And I said

Do you
Do you have a light
Do you have the time of day
Would you
Lend your light to mine
Do you want to come and play

I engineered the chaos
I burnt the fortress down
Who knew about the lives lost
Who took a body count
In my act of supplication
I asked him for his help
But I was an imposition
I had to ask myself
I had to ask myself

Do you
Do you have a light
Do you have the time of day
Would you
Would you save a life
If you had a life to save
To save

Monday, 21 July 2008

(Julia) Lyrics to 'Wood' from 'The Elements'



You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance
But you don’t see the wood for the trees
An experiment with existence
Is showing up anomalies
You see the day dissolve into the morrow
And the slow growing of your second skin
Adrenaline begins in the marrow
And then intoxicates your oxygen

Count one to a hundred and then you are ready to go

What do you know
What do you say
We have an acid chemistry today
What do you get
What do you like
We have a savage energy tonight

I’m not the light outside of the window
I’m not a damsel in distress
I’m not the gold at the end of the rainbow
And I am not a lost princess
Are you my love, my landlord, my lawyer
Are you the one I build my world around
Or are we wrapped in black paranoia
Ready to attack and take each other down

Exactly like Alice in Wonderland now when we grow

What do you know
What do you say
We have an acid chemistry today
What do you get
What do you like
We have a savage energy tonight
What do you say
We have a savage energy today

Oh my dear it’s dark in the dungeon
This is where my demons dwell
A sign says beware of the dragon
But you don’t attend it very well

Who was it who said that it’s better the devil you know

Oh ain’t it so
What do you say
We have an acid chemistry today
What do you get
What do you like
We have a savage energy tonight
What do you say
We have a savage energy today

Saturday, 19 July 2008

(Julia) One of my favourite poems

The Silver Swan

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.


Orlando Gibbons

Thursday, 17 July 2008

(Julia) A Haiku Poem...

Interesting day
Unexpectedly unfolds,
And liberates us.

Self-sufficiency
As an idea, itself, is
Uncomplicated,

And yet - to maintain
A sense of autonomy
Is not so easy.

We tried. Compromise
And promises and earnest
yearnings to make good

Overtook us all;
Things we never understood
carved out chains to bind.

Then the day came in
To make peace, one hand outstretched.
Clement, cautious, kind.