Eric Church In Rolling Stone

Eric Church: The Defiant One

“Back In Black” was “the most important thing to happen to me as a young man.”

What is “popular”?

It certainly ain’t what it used to be. The music industry runs on the past, even though when done right the music it purveys pushes the envelope, arguably, that’s what’s wrong with the music today, it doesn’t, it’s retreads, it’s all a circle jerk that’s easily ignored.

Unlike the music of the past.

We start with the Beatles, we always start with the Beatles, that’s when the modern music industry began. Before that we had pop crooners and phenoms, but we did not have album-length statements, we did not have the largest segment of the population, in this case the baby boomers, enthralled with a sound, music was the tech of the sixties, and tech ain’t what it used to be, despite Apple hitting a trillion dollars. Hell, if Steve Jobs were still alive today he’d puke, he wasn’t about profits, he was about wowing you, giving you what you didn’t expect, what you couldn’t even conceive of, so now Apple’s a profit machine, that’s not interesting. And Facebook and Google and Microsoft aren’t either. Hell, the most interesting companies in tech are Amazon and Netflix. You never know what Amazon will do next, and whereas all the breakthroughs in music, which was the canary in the coal mine of entertainment tech disruption, were about distribution, Netflix is about content. Think about that, Netflix is like the album, your flat screen is like your stereo, you just can’t wait to sit in front of it and stream away. And Netflix, like the music of yore, knows no rules. You want it all and you want it now, just like Freddie Mercury sang, YOU’VE GOT IT!

And then came AOR. This was a big shift, suddenly everybody had FM radio in the car, it sounded better, it was stereo, and it was not jive like AM and it didn’t play the pop of AM and the acts were gigantic, playing stadia.

And then came MTV. Which made stars bigger than they ever were before, although they crashed to earth just as fast, this rule never changes, you may lament paying your dues, but the longer it takes you to make it, the more time you’ll have on top.

And then came Napster, which made us truly excited about music, it was a renegade operation.

And now comes streaming. Which is a coup, getting the history of recorded music at ten bucks a month, but no one knows what’s really going on anymore.

But one thing’s for sure, what’s big ain’t that big.

The media is not ready for this. The old farts who control the game are not ready for this. They keep telling us how many #1s someone has. Let me tell you, MARIAH CAREY WAS NEVER AS BIG AS THE BEATLES, NOT EVEN CLOSE! The statistics don’t tell the whole story.

Meanwhile, the paradigm has changed, instead of printing the Top Ten records, publications should be printing the Top Ten TOURS!

There’s very little hip-hop there. Oh yes, hip-hop dominates streaming, but on the road? Generally speaking, it’s a sideshow.

Yes, Jay Z and Beyonce do good business, but they’re the only hip-hop act in the Top Ten.

Taylor Swift is #1. She used to be country, now she’s pop.

As for #2, it’s the Rolling Stones, and then the aforementioned Jay Z and Beyonce and then Bruno Mars, U2, Justin Timberlake, Eagles, Pink, Kenny Chesney and Roger Waters.

Go to the next five and you’ve got Metallica, the Boss on Broadway, Dead & Company, Jennifer Lopez and Luke Bryan.

This is not the way it used to be, used to be you were only as big as your last hit, and after a few years you were playing oldies shows. But it’s the old acts that pull in the biggest numbers, generally speaking, and the country ones too!

As for country, it’s rock rebooted. Go to a show and tune out the steel guitar and the twang and it sounds like the seventies.

What is going on?

Well, not every hip-hop act is on tour all the time. And grosses depend upon the size of the building and the price of the ticket. But even Drake and Migos don’t go clean, can you imagine being able to buy a ticket for the Beatles?

And Eagles and Chesney and Metallica play STADIA!

Seems we’ve overcorrected, we’re overly influenced by streaming. Could it be that rock still dominates?

I know, I know, that’s heresy, and I don’t want to be racist, I just want to get to the bottom of the issue, make you think about it.

I’m not talking about the Active Rock acts, or the AAA acts, they’re positively niche. But if you’ve got good songs and good riffs and melody, it seems you never go out of style. THIS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE!

Maybe the labels are chasing the wrong acts. Maybe the business is really run by agents and promoters. Maybe Eric Church isn’t the only one listening to “Back In Black,” hell, “You Shook Me All Night Long” could be the NATIONAL ANTHEM!

So in case you missed the memo, “Rolling Stone” switched up the formula. Instead of being biweekly and behind the times, it now comes out every month and it’s much more enticing. Read Amy X. Wang’s business analysis, which gets no hype, she’s the one who wrote the article about the labels chasing hip-hop potentially to their detriment:

‘F-ck It, We’ll Take the Bet’: The Gold Rush to Sign the Next Rap God

Anyway, cover boy for the second, enlarged, monthly “Rolling Stone” is Eric Church.

Who has opinions. Remember when we used to read the words of our stars to gain insight, to gain guidance? People unbeholden to the system who thought for themselves and were beacons?

I don’t agree with everything Church says, he’s a little too Trumpian for me, but he does like Bernie Sanders, and he does HAVE an opinion.

That’s another thing that’s gone by the wayside, opinions. You might piss off a potential audience member, you might screw up a sponsorship. But it’s the rough edges that hook an audience, and the people crying loudest are the ones who were never fans to begin with.

Church touches the gun issue.

HUH? That’s the THIRD RAIL! Especially in country.

But he was there, in Vegas, his fans were there, they got shot up, it affects you.

So he’s going on record. Gun shows, bump stocks, there have to be limits.

Forget the publicity that he’s anti-gun, anti-NRA, the press is dumb, it just repeats the headlines, Church’s take was well thought out, he took a risk.

And it makes you feel better about him, you want to be on his team.

Sure, he takes a swing at Garth Brooks for lip-synching at the CMA Awards, but the interview is not about him slagging others, but more about going on his own path, not caring what others think. ISN’T THAT WHAT A ROCK STAR IS SUPPOSED TO DO?

Take the politics out of it. Yes, too many of the country radio hits are paint by number, just change the name and the face. But then there’s Chris Stapleton…Stapleton’s more rock star than anybody on Active Rock.

You see the cheese has been moved, and no one who’s got a job is willing to take a risk, they just want the past to endure, when that never ever happens. Kinda like the bozos lamenting the loss of local newspapers. You don’t solve the problem by propping up the past, trying to save what couldn’t live on its own, you reinvent the wheel.

And maybe reinventing the wheel in music is getting back to the garden. Maybe it still is about three chords and a chorus. Maybe you are better off imitating the Eagles as opposed to Drake.

I know, I know, you can’t say anything negative about hip-hop in today’s music world.

But just maybe the industry is going through another twist. Hip-hop owns streaming because it embraced the internet when rock and country did not. Kudos. But is this forever?

I’d say country and rock are the last dying gasp of white America, but…

But it’s hard to argue with the grosses.

And those numbers are put up by people who’ve paid their dues, who’ve been doing it for seemingly ever.

Like the Eagles.

Like Kenny Chesney.

Like the Dead.

And hell, Jay Z and Beyonce are not newbies.

Maybe the audience is telling us something, maybe they’re ahead of us once again, like with Napster. Maybe you have to stop being afraid and take risks, know that honesty is at the root of hit music and careers.

Like Eric Church.

Advertising

It’s not 2005 anymore, certainly not 2010, virality is dead, bubbling up from the bottom doesn’t exist, and the big get bigger.

For a while there it looked like Madison Avenue was faltering. And if you follow the ad biz, you’ll see that the agencies are challenged, fearful of being cut out by the middlemen, i.e. Facebook and Google, but the truth is advertising power is having a resurgence.

In a sea of cacophony he who yells loudest wins.

I know this sounds contrary, I know word of mouth is king, I know Google and Yelp and RottenTomatoes are just a click away, just a click away, but sometimes you just want to belong, you don’t want to miss the event. In a Tower of Babel society we yearn to belong, and it’s those who saturate us with advertising who win, at least temporarily.

That’s another thing, nothing has legs, not even music. It hits and then it’s done. Except for that which builds slowly, and the funny thing is outsiders can take a long time to bubble up from streaming to terrestrial radio, but if you’re a star, you get a look and are either listened to or ignored and then the audience moves on, unless they go to see you live. I know this is contrary to everything you learned in the past, but the world changes, consolidation is not only happening in tech. So, you feed your fan base and hope to get lucky and reach more people or…

You’re the beneficiary of a huge advertising campaign that gets everybody to partake immediately.

Like with last week’s “Mission Impossible” movie.

Sure, the reviews were good, But no one reads the reviews you say, and that’s true, but they SEE THEM! It’s the presence of the reviews that counts so much, when tied in with the billboards and the TV and web ads, if you’ve got something good, you can hook people.

Because they don’t know where to turn, they’re lost.

For every self-styled expert, there are a zillion who are completely flummoxed and are looking to be led from the wilderness.

And they follow the trends. The big get bigger and the rest…

Are lost.

Which is why streaming services are fighting to provide saturation ads for new releases, like Spotify with Drake, they want to keep superstars happy, and it’s a virtuous circle, with all the views, with all the hype, outsiders look in and check it out.

How do you get the word out?

Well, start with your little circle. Don’t fall prey to the hypesters that don’t deliver. A lone review in the paper, one feature on TV, they mean nothing. Unless you have a whole campaign, with tons of mentions/views, you’re wasting your money and your time. But you want to do something, you want to feel powerful, you want to get ahead.

Well, that’s why you sign with tastemakers. Sure, streaming may undercut the majors, but then the streaming companies will be the powerful advertisers. And for now, the labels have relationships that they utilize to get the word out if they believe in your project. That’s another thing, if they don’t think you can hit, they don’t want to spend another cent, they’re willing to walk away from sunk costs.

So I’m in the airport and see endless ads for “Beautiful,” the Carole King musical. Now it too got good reviews, but it’s been playing forever. But now the show is partnered with American Airlines…

Used to be these partnerships were hogwash, brand burnishing that didn’t matter. But that was when there were a limited number of options, when you could fathom the world. Now if you’re big you want to leverage your brand everywhere.

Online it’s about seeing something everywhere. Especially on Facebook and other social networks. And it doesn’t work for everything, but it does for an impulse buy, if the perception is what’s being sold is a hit, worth paying attention to.

The days of promoting and selling a stiff are done.

But the days of a hit making it by its lonesome are also done.

You’ve got to match quality with saturation advertising.

On some level we’re back to the seventies, when bands had billboards on the Sunset Strip, it gave the impression that they were BIG! As well as the ubiquitous congratulation ads for selling out you saw in Sunday sections.

You can sway public perception. Lady Gaga hasn’t had a hit in eons, but she’s constantly in the news such that people believe she’s happening and they need to see her.

You can’t go away anymore. If anything, you’ve got to be in play constantly.

And failure is instantly forgotten.

But if you’ve got something big, something great, you’ve got to TELL people in order for it to succeed.

But there are very few things this good and very few people with the money, time and commitment to spread the word.

Think about this.

New York City

I just came back from lunch with Steve.

L.A. is a giant suburb, that’s why I’m comfortable there, I grew up in the suburbs! You can own a house, have a yard and drive your car. Although I must admit as the years have gone by the traffic has gotten even worse. I’m now one of those people who will say no to things based on the traffic. But most modern business is done via computer/phone, you only leave the office to go to lunch or the occasional meeting. Hell, I can work anywhere, I could be anywhere, oftentimes I am and you don’t know it!

But there’s nothing like New York City.

I grew up in the dark ages, when New York was still dangerous. Even my mother had a chain ripped right off her neck. There were certain places you didn’t go. It was dirty, and Times Square was filled with arcades. That’s right, when you turned fourteen you took the train into the city and went to guitar shops and pinball palaces, that’s what freedom looked like in the old days.

But now, New York City is a theme park.

To the tourist.

But if you live here…

There’s a vibrancy, as soon as you walk outside your building. Just like there are cars on L.A.’s freeways all night there are people walking the streets at all hours, and 24 hour shops, everything just a block or two away. I wonder what it would be like to live here. Oh, I know it would get oppressive, I’d need to get out, but to be able to walk to the store, to have everything at your fingertips, to be able to take the train across town, that would be a revelation.

That’s city living.

And the rain! Although it poured for five minutes three weeks ago in Los Angeles, it normally doesn’t rain from April until October, which is great, you can make plans, nothing’s ever canceled for weather, but the rain quiets the city down, makes you realize you’re not in control, Mother Nature is, it washes our sins away. Oh, not really, I don’t believe in sin, but the truth is it washes away the oil from the highway, in L.A. when it finally rains the water mixes with the oil and it’s like driving in the snow, truly, the first time it happened I was stunned. And since it rains so rarely the city comes to a crawl, people are overwhelmed, they stay home, drive 20 MPH on the highway, whereas it’s weird for it to be coming down and be zipping along at 60 on the Merritt as we were the other day.

When I went to see “Dear Evan Hansen.”

Now in this era of experiences, live theatre is the ultimate. There’s something so personal, something so human, something so exquisitely TOUCHING that it’s palpable. But too many musical are oldies, but “Evan Hansen” is an original.

It’s about a nerd with no friends who accidentally becomes popular.

And funny how all the cast albums are now on Atlantic, while everybody else is chasing hip-hop, Atlantic has the “Greatest Showman” and this, along, of course, with “Hamilton.” “Evan Hansen” is not yet a phenomenon, but maybe when it tours the country it will become one. People, especially young ones, need something that speaks to them.

And I was supposed to meet Steve for lunch before “Evan Hansen” but we were running late and I had to make do with a Sabrett before the show. But now since my departure was delayed we decided to go to lunch today, at Nusr-Et.

Huh?

I didn’t know either. You see restaurants are localized, but if you live in New York!

“You still eating meat?”

That’s what Steve iMessaged me last night, and I still am, I need the protein, my hemoglobin is low as a result of the Gleevec.

And he said we had to go to Nusr-Et, that the sides were nothing to speak of but the meat was and the whole thing was theatre, THEATRE OF MEAT!

So I did a little research.

It’s run by Salt Bae, who’ll even come slice your steak at your table.

It’s a Turkish steakhouse, who even knew there was such a thing!

And it’s uber-expensive and famous for upselling you.

And the servers wear rubber gloves and…

Of course I said yes!

It’s all meat, all the time, if you order a cheeseburger, YOU wear the gloves!

We ordered too much, they pushed us into a steak we ultimately canceled.

But after our salad, after eating something green and healthy, the server prepared our steak tartare tableside.

WHAT A PRODUCTION! Took about ten minutes. He sliced the steak, over and over again. And mixed in ingredients, and then bammed some salt on the whole concoction like Emeril and then gassed, i.e. dry-iced, some herbs which added mood and nose candy but had nothing to do with the meat.

Which was great. My little sister always loved steak tartare, especially when she was in her single digits, she thought it made her look sophisticated. She’d eat raw hamburger from the butcher, before everything was prepackaged, and I learned to too.

And the tomahawk was a ten too.

And the sides were nothing to write home about.

But the tomahawk was juicy and the whole experience was such a crackup…

But that’s life in New York City.

So at four, MOMA is free, and it’s across the street from Ginny’s apartment, so I’ll probably amble over before my flight.

Yes, I am leaving tonight, God willing.

I’VE GOT TO GET BACK TO WORK!

Salt Bae

Nusr-Et

Uber

New York City, JUST LIKE I PICTURED IT!

I made it back to Fun City babe, and I’m gonna be up all night.

Remember when Stevie Wonder was on his hot streak, when he could do no wrong? I still think “Talking Book” is the best, and I seem to be one of the few people who still love “Fulfillingness’ First Finale,” come on, “Heaven Is 10 Zillion Light Years Away”? If a young ‘un heard that it would not compute, because they’d have no frame of reference, no stereo to hear the sublime sound, and “They Won’t Go When I Go,” WHEW! No one even works with this quietude and subtlety anymore, and this is the album that contains “Boogie On Reggae Woman,” although it’s not one of my favorites, but all the accolades go to “Songs In The Key Of Life,” the finale, the double album with bonus that I think is very good, but overrated, and then there’s…

INNERVISIONS!

For a long time my favorite on the LP was the closer, “He’s Misstra Know-It-All,” but there’s no denying the power, the build, of LIVING IN THE CITY!

A boy is born in hard times Mississippi

Can’t you just hear that intro in your head?

And in the middle, of the long version, the album version, with the dearly-departed Johanan Vigoda playing the judge, the arrested says the above line…NEW YORK CITY, JUST LIKE I PICTURED IT! And the great thing about music is the references, how you can quote a line to a friend and they know exactly what you’re talking about, it’s a secret society.

And Stevie Wonder started this streak opening for the Stones in ’72, touring “Music Of My Life” as the exiles from the U.K. promoted their masterpiece which went straight to number one and then fell of the charts when the tour was done. Come on, what band on Active Rock is gonna record “I Just Wanna See His Face” today? All subtlety, all nuance, is out the window.

And there wasn’t as much nuance and subtlety on the follow-up to “Exile On Main Street,” “Goats Head Soup.” “Dancing With Mr. D” is serviceable, but not the best Stones opener. And I always loved “Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker),” for Mick’s enunciation of “POlice” if nothing else, and at this point Johnny Winter’s version of “Silver Train” is more famous than the original and “Hide Your Love” has grown on me, but the song we read about for months before the album came out came at the very end, but when it hit the streets they had to change the name…

It was called “Star Star” instead of “Starf***er,” that’s right, I can’t use the F-word in an e-mail, not because I’m afraid of offending you, but because spam filters will make it so you will never even see this e-mail.

Baby, baby, I’ve been so sad since you’ve been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong

Back when this kind of person was still allowed to live and roam the streets in Manhattan, before all the leather-clad late to the party financial fakes bought all the good seats on the aftermarket.

So maybe you caught the reference…

If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I’m gonna make you scream all night

That’s what they called it, when it was still dangerous, FUN CITY!

And I ain’t gonna make anybody scream tonight, I’m here in Ginny’s apartment alone.

That’s Felice’s mother, they’ve always called her by her first name, SHE LIKES IT THAT WAY!

I was supposed to go back to CT, but my driver pooped-out and then the substitute pooped-out, saying he could not even replace himself, and I decided to take Felice up on her offer.

And…to be honest, I wasn’t looking at the skyline as we drove in, and it takes almost as much time as it does to get to CT, but, when you hit the island the Indians sold for twenty four bucks…

You can feel the vibe, the excitement, not like L.A., not like any other city in the world, IT’S ALIVE!

And I’m gonna go out to Halal Guys momentarily, like I told you, I’m a man of tradition, but…

I wanted to talk about my Uber ride here.

Why does Uber get such a bad rap, IT JUST WORKS!

That’s right, forget Lyft, it won’t show up at the house in time. Lyft delivered my Sunsoaked tickets to the wrong address, miles away, one that isn’t even on the map, I know, I went by after midnight and it didn’t exist!

And the Uber drivers, who also drive for Lyft, everybody does now, tell me that Uber has better promotions.

Yes, there was that sexual harassment thingy.

But the truth is, we’re all caught up in the penumbra in America, I’m not saying policy should not be fixed, that it’s all right to run a company the way Travis Kalanick did, but the fact is UBER JUST WORKS!

It’s magic. A great combo of tech and life.

You pull up the app. It’s all there. You know the price in advance.

And everybody treats each other nice.

Is a society where we rate each other a good one?

Ultimately no, but for now it’s a great improvement.

Imagine if we rated the airlines.

Then again, we’ve got no choice, they don’t care, they’ve divvied-up the country and you put up and shut up.

But I’m afraid to get a bad rating, I’m always polite to the Uber driver, always where I say I’m gonna be and on time. And the driver calls me by my name and helps me out with my luggage and the car is clean and oftentimes brand new and…

I feel like a human being.

And did I tell you it was cheaper than a cab?

So after being just a number at American Airlines it was great to be soothed by my Uber ride.

And now that I’m in New York, I wonder…

Should I just stay here all weekend?

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