Saturday, August 12, 2006

Tell Your Story.


People love a good story - it's part of what makes us human.
For the music artist this is an effective way to break the ice and reach your fans or fans-to-be.
So tell your story, make it entertaining, relevant and interesting.

How did you get that cool sound from your guitar?
What was the inspiration behind your new song?
Or where you like me (Up at 2 AM in the Australian bush during a full moon recording owls and frogs to add to your track? Or maybe you were doing something more crazy...)

Whatever you do in your music, make your stories a part of the deal (after all they are a snapshot of you and your music and your fans will appreciate sharing this corner of your world).

2 comments:

Rubber Clown Car said...

This story is based on actual events

Hi,
I’m Dirk Prysby and I have as story to tell you based on my band Rubber Clown Car’s days of gigging.

We were to perform an audition at a club that we were extremely interested in playing at. So we decided to gather up some additional gear in order to get the best sound, and be as confident in our experience as possible. I was driving the band’s van (a small-ish van). We spent the better part of the day going around to musician friend’s houses to borrow gear for the performance that evening. After driving around all day it was finally time to make the 1 hr + drive to the club for the audition.

Now, I knew that the van leaked a little oil but that shouldn’t be a big deal, after all I always kept some spare quarts of oil just in case.

So we’re driving along the highway and I notice the “Check Engine” light comes on. So OK, we are near the highway exit for the club (with only a mile of two to go) I’ll just pull into the nearest gas station, add some oil, and we’ll be on our way.

We get to the gas station. I’ll open the hood of the van and begin adding the oil I told you about. As I’m adding oil I spill a little on the engine….

THE ENGINE STARTS ON FIRE!!!!!!!!

Seeing this my band-mates do the logical thing. They run away.

Meanwhile, the guy from the gas station (no doubt seeing the fire) comes out with a fire extinguisher. Before he starts to try and put out the fire he says to me….

Gas Station Guy: “ It will cost you $25 for me to use the extinguisher”

Me: “I DON’T HAVE TIME TO COMPARISON SHOP!!! GIVE ME THE DAMN THING!”

So we put the fire out. And we’re still about two miles away from the audition, with a van full of gear. And the scheduled time for the audition is near, very near.

So I have the gas station guy tow the van full of gear to the audition, we play, load the gear into another friends van (we had to call him up to rescue us) and have the burnt up van towed back to the gas station for repairs.

We passed the audition. The club owner loves us.

We play a gig there a few weeks later to a packed house. Everyone has a great time.

The club owner tells us “Well, the club didn’t do so great tonight so we can’t pay you as much as we promised, cause we didn’t really make any money”

We don’t play out anymore.

Rubber Clown Car said...

This story is based on actual events

Hi,
I’m Dirk Prysby and I have as story to tell you based on my band Rubber Clown Car’s days of gigging.

We were to perform an audition at a club that we were extremely interested in playing at. So we decided to gather up some additional gear in order to get the best sound, and be as confident in our experience as possible. I was driving the band’s van (a small-ish van). We spent the better part of the day going around to musician friend’s houses to borrow gear for the performance that evening. After driving around all day it was finally time to make the 1 hr + drive to the club for the audition.

Now, I knew that the van leaked a little oil but that shouldn’t be a big deal, after all I always kept some spare quarts of oil just in case.

So we’re driving along the highway and I notice the “Check Engine” light comes on. So OK, we are near the highway exit for the club (with only a mile of two to go) I’ll just pull into the nearest gas station, add some oil, and we’ll be on our way.

We get to the gas station. I’ll open the hood of the van and begin adding the oil I told you about. As I’m adding oil I spill a little on the engine….

THE ENGINE STARTS ON FIRE!!!!!!!!

Seeing this my band-mates do the logical thing. They run away.

Meanwhile, the guy from the gas station (no doubt seeing the fire) comes out with a fire extinguisher. Before he starts to try and put out the fire he says to me….

Gas Station Guy: “ It will cost you $25 for me to use the extinguisher”

Me: “I DON’T HAVE TIME TO COMPARISON SHOP!!! GIVE ME THE DAMN THING!”

So we put the fire out. And we’re still about two miles away from the audition, with a van full of gear. And the scheduled time for the audition is near, very near.

So I have the gas station guy tow the van full of gear to the audition, we play, load the gear into another friends van (we had to call him up to rescue us) and have the burnt up van towed back to the gas station for repairs.

We passed the audition. The club owner loves us.

We play a gig there a few weeks later to a packed house. Everyone has a great time.

The club owner tells us “Well, the club didn’t do so great tonight so we can’t pay you as much as we promised, cause we didn’t really make any money”

We don’t play out anymore.