First, a little theme music to keep you company through the course of this short post…
[And now on with the show]
Being in an independent band is rather the worst possible enterprise if one was looking to make money. Not only is there not much money in music, (nor much music in money, if you think about it), but if you’re doing anything remotely artistic (or making a noble failed attempt), then there is a reasonable chance that the attributes & characteristics of monetary success are the very things repulsive to our sensibilities. Even if one is a gutter poet reveling in visceral decay of the human soul, there is likely a streak of the romantic that keeps us from being dickhead money-mongers, and thus the problem: how does one survive? Even further, how does one prosper? Money itself is one of the many awkward evils that some of us have a hard time reconciling ourselves to, so of course we are often the most hapless & helpless when it comes to making, taking, keeping, and dealing with money.
In a perfect world, we would be so good that we would be free of the need for hawking and handouts, but the world is not perfect, and we are not that good. With that in mind, James & I finally sucked it up and did the inevitable: we launched a kickstarter campaign. We have recorded yet another EP, 7 new tracks that will comprise our upcoming Small Town Bruises EP. The problem (because of course there is a problem), is that we can’t afford to actually have them printed up.
We’d prefer not to have to do this at all, but unfortunately when we are playing shows we’re still getting people wanting to buy them from us, which is annoying because I think more than a few independent bands wish the world would make up its mind: ARE YOU GOING TO ACTUALLY GO ALL-DIGITAL OR NOT?!?!? The last thing anyone wants is yet another box of unsold CDs cluttering up our already cluttered flats, but it seems like it’s not time to give up on the physical formats of the world just yet. We used to have CDs, then we sold them all (or gave them away in various states of drunken magnanimity), and rather than put the money aside like responsible adults we spent it on things like petrol, beer, & matching tuxedo t-shirts.
So there you have it: a garage band with it’s hands out, asking you to have a listen and chip in to help us get our latest project out. There’s lots of cool rewards, from the small to the mighty, and if you’d like to be the first to get your hands on our latest offering, this is the way to do it. Of course, we could always be like a metal band or pop group, which has no problem whatsoever in selling themselves. We actually mean that as a compliment, not necessarily equating selling with “selling out”. Watch the way their man their merch stands, and the eagerness & enthusiasm with which they talk about their music. They have just as much pride, conviction, and belief as any football team, and it’s enviable, to say the least.
It’s been a painful exercise, crossing this imaginary fault-line of actively begging for money as opposed to doing it passively like we always do, but not as bad as I would have thought. It requires one to stand up and acknowledge to the entire world that: yes, this is what I do and I believe in it. As much as we’d like to pretend our music says that for us, the self-deprecation, whether real or feigned, is just a mask that fools no one but ourselves, if that.
So, for a brief moment, I have stood up and said, loud & proud: I am in Royal Chant and I think we are worth it.
Big hugs & peace xoxo
[lastly, we'll leave you with the first single of our upcoming Small Town Bruises EP to get you in the mood :)]