Getting Kinky

Every so often, Boston musician Brendan Boogie puts together a night of music dedicated to a classic band. A few months ago, we talked about doing one that covered the British Invasion. If this was going to happen, The Lights Out were calling The Kinks. With The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and The Who also on the bill, the show sold out. The crowd ran from college students to people who were around during the Invasion. A lot of them came just for the rare opportunity to hear some Kinks. From conversations before and after the show, it was clear they were on the same page about what makes The Kinks special.

The Other Side of the Lens

Some people believe PR is all about landing interview opportunities. Even if it was, the hard part begins after the opportunity is secured. An interview is a coordinated exchange of information. The interviewer knows what they want to get out of it, and so does the interviewee. They’re not always the same things. Part of my job involves preparing my clients for media interviews I’ve secured for them, and helping them shape the final piece into the thing they want.

This gets increasingly difficult depending on format. From easiest to most challenging, they are:

  1. Email interviews
  2. Telephone interviews
  3. In-person taped audio interviews
  4. In-person taped video interviews
  5. Live audio interviews
  6. Live video interviews

Boldfacers, a website “dedicated to uncovering up-and-comers” asked me to visit their studio for an on-camera, taped interview about my business and my band, which would be followed by an email interview. It was an opportunity to get the word out about two things that are important to me, and a challenge to make sure both were represented equally and accurately.

PR people spend all of our time behind the scenes, preparing our clients and pushing them into the spotlight. This experience reminded me that despite all the training and talking points, interviewing is hard. It always goes faster than you think, and in that time, you need to represent yourself well and not say anything that could make you wince later.

It gave me a new level of respect for my clients who are talented at it, and a lot more empathy for them when they aren’t perfect.

Ambassador Baby

Ben from Sidehatch Entertainment asked if I would do an interview about PR, licensing and SEO for his “Indie Ambassador: TrueDIY” video series. They cut it into two parts, and the second interview wound up on CD Baby’s blog, “The DIY Musician.”

Zombies on Primetime

My band gave its first feature-length interview to The Boston Globe, pegged to the release of our second full-length album. The writer, Jonathan Perry, spent more than an hour on the phone with my singer and me, asking about the theme of the record, and how it ties in with life in our band. Jonathan was well-prepared for the interview. He was familiar with our music and what we’ve accomplished so far. He made us feel like he understood what we were going for, and you could tell it was important to him to get the story right.

Jonathan also asked about our New Year’s Resolutions. Which naturally led to a discussion about zombies.

Willing Exploitation

Sooz, the curator of Exploit Boston!, a music discovery event guide, asked me 15 questions in a “getting to know you” interview. Even though Sooz’s website focuses on live entertainment, her questions went beyond that, and past the usual fact-collecting in most profile pieces. She asked serious questions about what you value, and funny questions that opened the door to being ridiculous.

The Most Memorable Moments

The Weekly Dig asked about my most memorable live music moments of the year, and included one in its roundup.

These were my top five:

1. The Night the Charles Ran Red (Friday, January 22)
The same day The Lights Out had a pizza dedicated to us, I was in the emergency room before the gig, with an iv in my arm and a scalpel in my throat. I stared at the clock, counting the minutes to stagetime while the doctors did their thing. Afterwards, I convinced them to let me out, hightailed it to the Middle East, ordered a Magic Hat and played the show in my hospital bracelets with the taste of apricot, blood and joy in my mouth. Meanwhile across town, Travis from The Motion Sick sliced his hand open on a cymbal and gave his entire kit a bloodbath. The rock gods were thirsty that night.

2. Chris Robinson Tells Boston to Shut Up (Friday, October 22)
The Black Crowes frontman loves a good rant, and his fans get a special treat when he lets lose. As the sold-out crowd at the House of Blues yapped away during the acoustic part of their set, Chris stopped the music and said, “You know, if we can’t hear ourselves over your talking, that’s fucked up. We came here to play some music, not compete with your conversation. If you need to talk to each other that badly, take it outside. You with me?” At the end of the show, with an improved vibe, Chris laughed and thanked everyone, “…even you chatty Kathies.”

3. Guys Doing Girls at Church (Saturday, October 30)
You had Midatlantic as Lady Gaga, The Luxury as The Go-Go’s and The Lights Out as bearded Madonnas in a sea of makeup, fishnets and tissue paper. It was a night the crowd will never forget, and the internet will never let the bands forget.

4. Rock BBQ at The Bridge (Sunday, May 30)
An outdoor Rock ‘n Roll Social, plus food and an open stage. When the beer ran out, Brendan Boogie, microphone in hand atop a lofty perch, commanded a phalanx of rockers to the gas station across the street for a re-up. If Braveheart happened today, and sobriety was the enemy instead of the English, this is how it would go.

5. Keith Pierce’s Holiday Brunch Jazz Improv (Sunday, December 12)
Precinct wasn’t ready for what hit it that rainy afternoon, when Mellow Bravo took the stage. Actually, 5/6 of Mellow Bravo took the stage. (It’s a small stage.) Singer Kieth Pierce held court out front, bolstered by a walking bassline and entranced the crowed with screwdriver-inspired wisdom like, “Hey ladies. Take a shower with your boyfriends. You’ll never have cleaner boobs.”

Memorable Live Moments

Upping the Lifespan of 140 Characters

It’s a privilege to have friends whose writing brings a smile to your face. While some brands encourage the spread of useless babble, there are some people who make us laugh for the right reasons. But their gems can be gone in seconds.

Boston Band Crush asked me to write a “Top 10” article relating to the Boston music scene. I used the opportunity to share some of the updates that best-defined the year:

  1. Richard Bouchard: Have a safe Halloween, meaning don’t get shitfuck drunk and crash into me. The lastthing I see can’t be a pair of headlights and a LadyGaga
  2. Henry Beguiristain: On the road. See you [select answer based on your location] tomorrow/few days/few weeks/a month or two/January/at a soup kitchen.
  3. Ryan Spaulding: I am the blogger your man could be. Look, the mp3s have turned to diamonds!
  4. Ashley Willard: From what I can remember, last night was AWESOME.
  5. Kerri-Ann Richard: Signs that the bachelorette pad has reached its apex…drinking water from the Brita Pitcher.
  6. Mike Bishop: @Lipteaseme, @Sidewalk_Driver, @genedante, and #planetoid. 8/13 @ChurchBoston It’ll be like an evil alien unicorn came all over you. Promise
  7. Magen Tracy: Domestic bliss = trying on corsets and swords while my Gabrielle (aka @KatherineStevens) mends my battle armor.
  8. Hilary Hughes: “Quick, be a dead cat in the back seat” #wahoh http://yfrog.com/h2yeblj
  9. Michael J. Epstein: Great news about Skippy T. Squirrel, The Mummified Squirrel of Somerville! http://nblo.gs/6MKUj
  10. Anngelle Wood: if you call yourself awesome or iconic, you are neither awesome or an icon, you are just an asshole.

Best Man Speech

Here is the toast I wrote for my friends, Brian and Erin‘s wedding:

When Brian and I were growing up, and we were about to go out somewhere, the last thing Brian’s mom would say to us would be, “All right boys – have fun, be safe.”

Have fun….be safe.

This is an interesting idea.

And Brian and I would always look at each other and smile. Over the years, the meaning of that smile would change. And you can break down our friendship into three distinct phases.

In the beginning, the smile meant, ‘Of course we’ll have fun and be safe. We’re good kids. We don’t even know what trouble is, or where to find it. Obviously Bev is talking about strangers.’

Let’s call this the “Period of Crushing Safety and Fun Within Prescribed Limits”

  • And it involved going to the mall
  • the movies
  • the coffee shop (even though we didn’t like coffee)
  • and every Chinese and Italian restaurant our parents would drive us to in Freehold, New Jersey

A few years went by, and one day after a “have fun, be safe,” talk, we looked at each other and thought, ‘Could she be talking about us? We’re responsible guys. But now we have the internet and cars, so we might find trouble…actually, some trouble would be great, but we’ll always be home by midnight.’

Let’s call this the “Period of Adequate Safety and Increased Fun”

  • Racing our cars to Taco Bell during breaks in band practice so we could eat 10 soft tacos…each
  • Getting chased down the boardwalk by rent-a-cops for playing acoustic guitars without a permit
  • Seeing the Allman Brothers at the Arts Center, with bushy-haired people on mushrooms burrowing their faces into the grass, or old bikers stumbling shirtless around a drainage gate, or hippies smoking something at a Dave Matthews concert – and Brian and I didn’t know what they were doing
    • Seriously, we’d stayed away from that stuff. We spent all our free time in Brian’s parents’ basement picking apart Zeppelin songs to play at the talent show. We really had no clue what was happening to these people.

A few more years go by, and now we’re in the third act of our friendship. And as grown men, we’re still getting the “have fun, be safe” talk. And now that smile between Brian and me means: ‘Bev is definitely talking about us. And oh man, we can actually buy our way into trouble now, and it’s amazing. But we probably won’t do anything our parents wouldn’t do.’

This is the “Period of Zero Safety and Loads of Fun”

  • Sleeping in a trailer we found in the woods in California, and dodging murder
  • Barreling down the highway at 90 mph, yelling, “Brian, take the wheel!” and holding your digital camera up to shoot the road, or clearing the salt off your windshield because your wipers got frozen so you’ve rigged up a wet beer coozie strapped to an ice scraper
  • Or getting sucker punched in a Vermont bar by some guy who’d like to make you his girlfriend

(All of these things happened.)

But one of my favorite stories about Brian and Erin as a couple happened just the other week in Boston. We’d just gotten back from Dan and Melissa’s wedding, and something about hanging out with Dan and his family gave us an intense craving for Chinese food. We were finishing our dim sum, and Erin was having a little trouble with her chopsticks. She looked a shrimp dumpling she’d mashed up pretty good, wrinkled up her nose and said, “This doesn’t look appetizing to me anymore.” And Brian was right there with his fork, going, “I’ll finish it for you,” with half a dumpling already hanging out of his mouth before the words could get out.

That was a great husband/wife moment. And let it be known that Brian never, ever, lets anything go to waste.

So Brian found what part of us was always looking for on all those nights out: a bright, beautiful woman, who’s great at music, loves a good adventure, makes awesome cookies, and gives us her leftovers.

We always surrounded ourselves with good kids, and a lot of them are here today. We’ll always be good kids, even when we’re not being good kids in a given moment. And you can tell Erin is one of us.

So guys, I wish you many happy years, and remember, above all, to have fun and be safe.

Aging in High-res

Photos have certain characteristics that give away their age before you’ve taken in the subject. Their color, cast and fuzziness tell you in advance you’re about to see something old, in the instant before you’ve put a timestamp on period giveaways like clothing or vehicles.

We’re accustomed to seeing classic pictures of celebrities in sharp quality, because the media trailing them had the best gear. A good photo of John Lennon in 1975 looks like it could have been taken yesterday. But most of the shots your family was taking in 1975 look like what you’d expect from that year.

Right now, we’re edging on a time when that’s becoming less true. Multi-megapixel consumer cameras started coming into the picture almost 10 years ago. And that’s about the amount of time it takes to see a significant change in a person’s age. If you look at high-res digital photos of you and your friends from that time, it can make your head spin. Not just because everyone’s noticeably younger, but the fact they’re so crisp and contemporary makes it hard to believe the face in your mirror today can possibly be any different than the one on your screen.

My generation came into its prime at the same time high-res hit its stride. And we may be the last to have personal photos that look their age. I think we’re aware of this, and it makes us uneasy. It might say something about the popularity of filters that artificially age a modern photo to what we consider its proper sense of time and place.

People coming into the world today have gained a superior format to document their entire lives, but they’re losing a piece of emotional information. Imagine being born, living and dying in high-res. The images of you in your mother’s arms at the hospital as digitally crisp and contemporary as the ones from your school recital, senior prom, wedding day and retirement party.

Will the next generation notice how strange this is? Will it make them less nostalgic, or will they feel an even greater impulse to warp their photos until their place in history feels right?

The Power of a Letter

When was the last time you wrote a letter to a company?

Not an email, or text punched into a form field on the “contact us” page of a website. A physical letter.

I recently sent one to a company I’ve supported for a long time.

Palm has a story everyone in business can learn from. In the late 90s, they developed the PDA: a life-changing device to keep your contacts, calendar, to dos and memos in one place, and sync up with your computer. They improved on that device for years, merging it with a mobile phone as far back as 2002. BlackBerry got into the smart phone game then, too, and Apple entered five years later.

Palm created a category, and eventually let their leadership slip. But they continue to release smart products with competitive features, with their hardcore fans rooting for them.

I bought my Palm Pre last summer. I’ve really enjoyed this phone, and was surprised when a few critical phone functions started to break down. With the one-year warranty expired, my options for repair or replacement weren’t looking good. But I didn’t want to leave the brand I’d been with for so long. As a last-ditch effort, I decided to write them a letter.

Getting the right address wasn’t easy. After some explaining on the phone that ‘no, I didn’t want to send an email, I wanted to mail a letter,’ I could hear the confusion and see the smile on the support person’s face from halfway around the world, while they searched their database for this arcane piece of information. But they found it, and my letter went in the mail that day:

Dear Palm,

I’ve been a loyal customer since I bought my first Palm IIIx in 1999. In the years since, I’ve purchased the m105, Tungsten E, Treo and Pre. Among my friends, I’m known as the “Palm guy.” When the Pre was about to be released, I tapped into my professional media connections and voiced my support for Palm in a FOX news segment. I defend Palm at every opportunity. Maybe it’s because I’m from New Jersey and sticking up for the underappreciated and misunderstood is in my DNA. Or maybe it’s because you consistently make the best products. Either way, my enthusiasm and dedication to your brand have converted many of my friends into “Palm people” over the last decade.

I take good care of my things, and I expect an investment like a smart phone to last at least a couple years. So I was very surprised the other day when my Pre’s microphone and speaker stopped working, and the phone also began turning itself on just from being handled. I went to Sprint and asked them about repairing it, but they wouldn’t, because it’s been just over one year. I asked them about purchasing a refurb replacement, and they wouldn’t do that either. My only options are spending $150 plus tax on a new Pre, or to leave Palm in disappointment for another manufacturer.

What would you do if you were a disillusioned supporter and these were your only options?

I like seeing brands stand by their products, and I believe in rewarding brands who do the right thing. I would like to publish your team’s action in response to this letter on my blog.

Regards,
Adam

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Some time later, I received a phone call from a friendly U.S.-based service representative at Palm, who offered to replace my phone at no charge.

A few days after that, a package arrived at my office, with a working phone, and a prepaid box to mail back my old one.

You don’t hear this story very often, at a time when consumer electronics are cheap, support is hard to come by and patience is thin. But my loyalty was rewarded, and my trust in this brand was reaffirmed. Even after they were bought by HP (which I believe will be a good thing), here is a case of a company standing behind its products, and understanding the value of communication with its advocates. I can’t wait to see what they come out with next.

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There’s something about a letter that’s real. It stands out on a desk, and the words feel more concrete when you read them. Before you break up with a brand, try writing one and see what happens.

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