Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The Season Is Changing~

Yet again.

Tired on a Tuesday.  Hangover Day 2.  A Hangover's hangover.
Resting.  Recupe.  Water.  Working while supine (not what it sounds like)
Jet lag/ Lag jet.  Laptop becomes a bellytop.  It's all a balancing act.
These are the words of the day.

On the wagon.  Productive times are here.

Very busy on something which I will reveal soon.  It is about to be unveiled
and I will explain more before long.

In the meantime, cheerio and here's another song for ya:


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Public Diary~

       This here is my public diary for those who have braved the binary labyrinth and arrived here deep in this well-hidden chamber.  This is mainly for kicks, I suppose, yet also serves a purpose at times and sometimes its purpose is kicks.  I assure you my real journal is juicier and much more an in-depth narrative, but that is something that also goes in phases.  Sometimes a long run, sometimes closed and unwritten for long epochs.
        The blog has been calling my name again lately, and I have heeded its call.  Let's see how long I can keep up a weekly date. Lord knows I've tried these things a few times before and surfed it a while until I wiped out.  I am probably the worst person I've ever met at keeping a regular routine, but surely I can get something aligned, right?
         Officially, though, I have never really met myself, at least not like other people meet me, right?  Just in the mirror and on screen... I've never seen myself in real life other than reflection and photography.  That's something I contemplate sometimes.
         I certainly go off on tangents and scenic detours others don't notice (though others definitely notice things that I don't.)
         Part of me craves being in the public eye on the stage, on the screen, a weekly hello and reach out across the world and another part of me wants to be quiet and private and unknown, full of inner life, like a tree in the middle of a forest.
         The first time this blog was derailed was when I lived in the middle of a rain forest in Alaska.  The Tongass rain forest.  There was no internet.  Just real spiders with large webs in the corners of cabins. Eventually, I got the web rigged up out there, but it was slow, and I lost my stride.  I picked it back up, then I ended up in China with its "Great Firewall."  Facebook, Youtube, etc. blocked and then finally all of Google.  How frustrating it is.  That first trip I didn't dabble with a VPN (Virtual Private Network), like almost all foreigners do, and I was just disconnected from it all.  It was kind of nice being a virtual hermit, but next round, I sure as hell got one.
          Right now, I'm feeling this sometime usually between a Tuesday and Wednesday.
          And now, I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine.  Ladies and gentlemen... !

         



       
        

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Keeping You Posted~

            Today, I am yet again in San Francisco, where I play a show tomorrow at the Hotel Utah, Sept. 13th, 7:30 pm.  Looking forward to it as I love that venue.  My connecting flight in Minneapolis gave me little time- I found a $20 bill on the ground and told a gate checker. She said, "It's yours now and gave me a wink." Finder's keepers.  Thought it was my lucky day.  Thought about asking some of the people sitting over at their gate a ways over, then thought, let me check my flight real quick.  I only had 20 minutes and had to go to F8 in another concourse, take the skytrain.  That was no time at all- maybe it wasn't my lucky day, after all.  I walked faster than everyone, even nearly sprinting for a half-second, but I watched my watch and just walked faster.
            "You gave me no time at all," I told the gatekeeper.  "I just got here."
            "That's part of the Delta exercise program," he joshed me and closed the door right behind me.
            The flight took off, and I watched a documentary about the behind-the-scenes struggles of stand-up comedians called Dying Laughing (a great doc, btw).  It was still my lucky day.


             Continuing the earlier motif concerning fliers, here's some below:

                                     
                This one below is the final flier for the last show, which only came out at the last minute due to technical difficulties.  My friend put it together, so Mario and I might reuse this next time- or retake it on another day- or who knows what we'll do.


                  These below are proof that I am not the cream of the crop at the promo game, as these are now several years old.  This summer, I handed out what I thought was the last one and thought "I am finally done with all of these cheapo, flimsy paper, mini-handbills I made ages ago!"  Then, back in Oklahoma, I ran across two more stacks.  One was curled up and ruined, so I tossed them, but there's this one, still.  
                 My economical idea was to put 10 on a page and print 100 regular black and white copies at the local Kinko's.  It was just 10 cents a copy and with 10 on each page and 100 copies made, there were 1000 tiny fliers made for just 10 bucks.  
                In fact, he may have been pulling my leg, but I handed one to a fellow in SF once, and he said, "I never look at these things, but since this one is just SO blatantly crappy it actually makes me want to look at it!"  
                 Being an indie musician, you will sometimes find yourself having to dicker with your own promo, whether you like it or not, and if you don't like talking about yourself all that much (I often prefer to talk to myself in private with my notebooks;) then... well, what do you do?  I'm of the opinion now that promo should just be part of your art and have fun with it.  
                These italics were used in reference to the photographs, but they just kept on going (thoughts in parentheses in italics)   







Saturday, September 9, 2017

Getting On Antisocial Media~


   Getting On Antisocial Media

 byline:  Alexander Anonymous


Ever since youve collected hundreds of friends, you dont feel that youre as close to your actual friends anymore.  Youre not trying to be so distant.  You can say exactly what you want to say at any given time, but you dont talk to anyone as much anymore.  Its just texting and messaging, predominantly.  You happen to post some remark for many different people to see at one time, but often never just share it with the person right next to you and experience their reaction. 
         How many words some of us will type through our lifetimes now is staggering.  We are all novelists now, typing Tolstoy-length stories of our existence, albeit unconsciously, piled up with whatever we dont delete or lose.
         All the average joes and janes suddenly started acting like pseudo-celebrities, and in this day and age the real celebrities seem to be even more pseudo than them.  Its all me me me.  Attention-seeking stage hogs.  No ones listening over dinner as they fiddle with their phones.  Nobody even realizes what theyre seeing in real life because they are snapping pictures of it.  They are not in the true moment because they are busy trying to capture the moment. 
         No expert even knows how long digital files will really last.  Maybe theyll last indefinitely, but maybe theyll be gone in a few decades.  There is no basis for comparison, being a new technology.  You know many a person, including yourself, who has had an external hard drive crash, and all is lost, even in the process of taking that into account and trying to make a back-up.  Nothing beats hard copies in a safe, dry storage spot.
         You wont straight out backstab social media, though, because, honestly, you love it, many aspects of it, anyway, but it is like a drug, with harmful side effects.  For one, it can distract you tenfold.  An example of this is how you are now straying for a minute from this oh so focused article to check your messages  And now youre back.  Just checking to see if this BBQ on the weekend is still happening, so, rather convenient, actually.
         This has definitely been scientifically studied by sociologists and psychologists and all that ilk, many times over, as all aspects have of this out-of-sync algorithm.  It boils down to this:  People arent hanging out in person quite like they used to do.  Theyre simply hanging out on a computer or phone all the time.  Everyday is a constant photo session, an attempt to connect with the world out there, which is all fine except it becomes an escapist addiction and then there is a lack of connection going on right here. 
         Another detrimental effect is low self-esteem.  Social media users can experience a negative feeling of self-worth when they constantly see others doing things which they deem to be more exciting than what they are presently doing, or when they post something and it receives very few or no comments or likes with the corny like button that most people, yourself included, are guilty of using.  Or seeing how few views their video has received and how transparently unpopular it is and how apathetic their un-audience is. That is a surefire way for someone to feel that truly no one out there in the great beyond gives a flying fuck.  They are only concerned 90% of the time with what they themselves are posting. 
          Then there are those who receive a fairly great number of positive feedback as they are somehow likely in a niche of over-obsessive smart phone users who have nothing better to do with their time than sift through this never-ending barrage, but in the scheme of a billion-some users, their numbers are teeny-tiny compared to self-righteous celebrities that so many dont care much about either.  That is less time again that they are having in real life with real friends.
           Let this essayist hasten to say, it is a fantastic way to keep in touch with friends and share things, and it can be a wad of fun, but why does everyone want to text nowadays?  Its simple.  No one wants to talk to each other that often.  The majority feels uncomfortable talking to many others, but, with messaging, they can perfect and sugarcoat a message, analyzing it from every angle before sending it, thus, losing the spontaneity and skill of conversation.  Maybe we will be even worse at talking to each other in the future.  Keep in mind that when this society talks to each other, they most likely need some sort of assistance without feeling awkward as hell, i.e. an alcoholic beverage to loosen the language.  Oh well, there can be spontaneity in writing and writing can be a beautiful art.
             It is basically an antisocial and artificial society that we exist in, and I say exist because many of us dont really live.  Is it really an antisocial plutocracy wherein the majority of us are merely just pawns?  For many- but for many others, they can resist this mold in various ways, such as using social media as an outlet. 
             Remember how many peoples families and friends have been transported away in a scattered mess due to jobs or the briberies of higher education in this era of post-industrialization, and then you realize how lonely indeed the modern person is, and can see why everyone strives to reach some out-of-reach connection in this frenzied social media age.  There are towns with no real communities.  Everyone has been sacrificed around the world in the name of Progress and are either propping up or attempting to become the Elite.  Our friends are gone.  The world is an antisocial place, but we are very social people.
             There are those who use social media in the attempt to bring awareness to social injustices around the world in the hopes of alleviating them.  More power to these people, but most people are just looking for a laugh.  Dont ever underestimate the importance of laughter, though.  The majority of people probably just skim over these posts and then just go on with the business of their day.
             Also, there are those who use it mainly to market themselves and their products, and there is nothing too extremely wrong with this, but many users get annoyed with these users if they seem to be solely advertising, as many people are just naturally annoyed by commercials, and this is a whole other sociological study as to the many reasons why.
              You see how it is all about money, once again, or at least a huge chunk of it is.  Lets say you are essentially just a musician who uses social media, and that is really the reason why you signed up with it in the first place, and then just got sucked in.  At first, it was just a way to share your music with people and keep up with some other underground bands that you liked.  Anyone that you considered a close friend, you would just keep in contact with through phone calls, e-mails, postal mail or ideally, in real life.  Besides, youve always considered anyone that tries to have too many close friends as spreading themselves thin.  While its good to have many friends or friendly neighbors/acquaintances and be a part of the community, it is not considered an especially valuable attribute to attempt having too many close friends, because you simply dont have the time for everyone in daily life.
               You and your band became part of Myspace, and while it was cool to post some songs up there and find you had tens of thousands of listens on the Myspace player, after a time you wanted to share some other songs but everyone was being solicited by a million other bands that day, and the new songs only posted in the hundreds, which didnt look nearly as good when the booking agents came to look at your page.  Soon after, it didnt matter, anyway, because there was a mass migration over to Facebook and no one you knew even touched Myspace anymore, and you had no idea why.
               Very frustrating, because it takes a relentless amount of time and energy constructing and maintaining one of these pages.  Therefore, for a time you were off the social media in that manner, until it began to feel like you didnt and almost never did exist at all.  A band page was reluctantly created, in part so no one else could steal the name, and then, without being proactive, it just sat there like a stagnant pond.  Ergo, the vicious cycle began.  First, the embarrassing, universal invite, which sounds more like a plea, requesting that friends in your social network like you.  Upon enough likes, you can then give your page a personal name. 
              With your immediate network, you garner a certain number, a certain percentage who will exert the extra energy to click a button, before it fizzles out.  Consequently, there is nothing left to do but either nothing or promotion or building.  This is what catches people by the balls.  If you do nothing, then you look like a nobody.  On one hand, why should a normal person really care if theyre a nobody or not?  On the other, you can be so high and mighty as not to care what the world thinks, telling yourself that image doesnt really matter, but it is an unfortunate fact that image is extremely important in the sense that it can ruin a business and a business that isnt seen at all is dead from the start.  Whether a business or a band or what-have-you, people will look at this social media page and say to themselves that there arent many likes, so the product or service must be lacking somehow, or a booking agent may see a band and think that they dont have a big enough following to be booked in their club.  In reality, however, if you think about the things you do like, what does it matter if you like the Facebook page or not?  Why should they really have a Facebook page anyway?  You like a certain band or actor, you listen to their music or watch their movies.  You couldnt care less about their Facebook page.  If you want to find out some more about them, you go to their website or read other articles.  If you want to eat Ketchup on your fries, then thats what its there for, thats what its good for.  You like it.  Why in the hell would you want to go like the brands Facebook page?
              Word of mouth and the organic manner of growth as a natural promotional tool is ideal, but people only know so many people in real life, so there has to be some sort of push.  You think you might do the tried-and-true, honest, grass roots marketing approach, then run into dead-ends.  For instance, you must first be friends with someone before you can request them to like your Facebook page.  This seems legitimate, as no one enjoys being spammed.  That leaves two choices.  You can befriend mutual friends or strangers at random who appear to have the same tastes you do, and who you think might actually appreciate what it is you are offering, but this is also ineffective.  One, Facebook blocks users from sending too many friend requests in a given time and also makes it difficult to ask people who youve never really met, as youre not supposed to do that, and many others are wary of being approached by someone online whom theyve never met and are suspicious no matter how good your profile pic looks, because especially when it comes to the internet, appearances can be deceiving.  At a certain point, you begin to feel ashamed that you have sunk to the level of nothing but a low-life hacker, and that you are so pathetic and insignificant that there is no one out there with any credibility and power that wants to help you in any way.  Then you begin to despise everyone and withdraw yourself, and all you wanted to do in the first place was just share something valuable with the world. 
                If you still havent given up, you realize the only way to reach people now, since grass roots marketing online is dead or at least greatly stigmatized, is through online advertisements.  It follows that you do an experiment and pay a certain daily amount and then you actually see your numbers begin to rise, even to shoot up.  You feel good for a moment.  Then you get the feeling that no matter how crappy your site was or who you were, if you were paying money for advertisements, thered be someone out there blindly liking it.  Also, you wonder how many of these likes are even real or if they are fraudulent, which if so, makes you fraudulent.  Even worse, you realize that you have to pay for each individual post to be boosted where those who liked your page will even be able to see it on their feed!  So you come to the conclusion that there is no point, unless you spend so much money on a daily basis that you just break even and probably not even.  Or maybe youll bank if youre lucky, but thats just like playing the lottery.  So why not just go to the casino?  Except what youre really wanting to do is just share something with others who mostly arent interested.
It all just begins to feel like some dunderheaded popularity contest, some silly competition, but the only one youre competing against seems to be yourself. 
               People make annoying posts and then you have to unfriend them, get into confusions over things that werent so advertised in the past, such as relationship statuses, the list goes on and on.  Finally, you decide youll just get drunk.  Earlier, you swore off social media for at least a good portion of the time, but when you get a good buzz you decide you want to see what everyones doing.  You thought maybe youd run into someone while you were having a drink, but no, theyre all home on their computers typing away, staring into the blue light of the screen. 
               You scroll through inane comments and some intelligent ones, too.  There actually are a lot of people you like on this thing that make posts you enjoy seeing.  You decide that life is short, shorter than ever, actually, and shorter even tomorrow, so you write to an enticing member of the opposite sex and spill your entire sack of beans.
               The next morning, hungover, you cringe at what you maybe wrote to someone and contemplate getting a breathalyzer installed on your laptop.  After hours of gathering your courage, you cant avoid the insidious feeling anymore, so you cross your fingers and check your page.  Theres no reply.  Theres too many other creeps bombasting this person.  Except youre not a creep, but how does anyone else know that?  Or maybe there is a polite reply and some flighty plan has been agreed upon, only to be disregarded at the deciding moment due to everyones multi-tasking scatterbrains.  Or maybe their reply was always intended to merely be leading on, because they get their rocks off knowing they are seen and wanted, but have no intention to ever meet anyone.  Or maybe you wrote something really malicious, but you were just joking, but they will never see it that way, and upon the rising sun, they have instigated the insurrection against you. 
                 You think it over and contemplate offing yourself from all social media.  Youve witnessed many a good man and woman who have committed Facebook hara-kiri, social media suicide.  The world wasnt always this way.  Instead, you decide on a walk through the park.  Seeing the wind causing the trees to dance to the whooshing musical sound of nature, the afternoon light playing upon the branches and leaves, you remember that life is vast, the world is infinitely alluring.  Computers only capture it in some form.  Sure, you want to write it, paint it, film it, turn it into some song or sculpture, but it is there already to behold in its endless glory, which you often forget about, seized in the grip of hurry and worry.  You just have to tell it to someone right this very instant.  There is a cafe on the corner and you must tell someone immediately, but when you get there, it is a room full of people sitting at tables, staring at their phones and laptops, wearing headphones, while the band plays on.