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Hey Mike, when will they produce that Belmont Playboys documentary?
Also, any BPs CDs available on Amazon that put some shekels in your pocket this time?
“Hey Mike, when will they produce that Belmont Playboys documentary?
Also, any BPs CDs available on Amazon that put some shekels in your pocket this time?”
Haven’t talked to TL in a while now, so I have no idea about the doc at this point. As far as the Amazon thing goes, the music industry has gone so far to make it impossible for what they call “the talent” to make any money off their work that the only thing I know of that pays anymore is what is known as a “full feature TV performance,” meaning they play an entire song, uninterrupted, from start to finish.
Reason I know about that is that some years back, I started receiving royalty checks from BMI for 300-350 dollars each quarter, rather than the usual fifteen or twenty bucks I was used to. Looking over the statement that came with the check, I saw that Steve Earle had covered one of my songs when he played Farm Aid 7, so each time over the next year or two when VH1 re-ran FA7 I got another 350 bucks from BMI, bless his heart. I had no idea that Steve Earle even knew who the hell I was until I got that first check.
Compared to the aforementioned “full feature TV performance,” radio plays used to bring about 2-3 cents per, and the industry saw to it that when streaming came along each listen was only worth about .3-.4 cents, depending on the platform. It all highlights a certain strange fact about the music biz: the relationship between content creators and the industry which supposedly “supports” them is not cooperative, but adversarial.
Back in the day, the great Willie Dixon used to make the rounds of the Tin Pan Alley publishing houses selling the rights to his material. He was famous for selling one company a song, then taking a seat on a bench outside the next building where he would pencil in a new title, maybe alter a line or two from the lyrics, and go into the next office to sell the same song as something completely new and different. When asked about this stratagem, Willie laughed and said he figured he’d let the big rich bankers and lawyers sort out who really owned what; meanwhile, he was hungry and needed to get himself something to eat that day.