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idk why I’m laughing so hard???

My name is Tyler, and I wanted to start a band, so I picked a name, a logo, and wrote and recorded songs in my basement. I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that music did something to me. What I DID know was that I needed help bringing the songs to life on stage. Then I met Josh, a kid with no plan B. He lived and breathed plan A: music. And I liked that he beat the crap out of his instrument.


Then we played shows, all kinds of shows. It never really was discussed, we just knew we had no choice but to play with as much conviction for 5 people as we would for 5,000. We wanted our shows to be more about others than about ourselves, creating an unpredictable but always beautiful dance with the people in the crowd. Honesty and authenticity works, and, as it turns out, people wanna be a part of that.

9,765. Turns out it doesn’t take a million likes to get the music industry’s attention.


On November 19th, 2011, we played in front of a sold out hometown for 1700 of our most dedicated fans in Columbus, Ohio. A few years of hard work materialized into one night, our fans were the first local fan base to ever sell the place out to that
capacity. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but after that night people from 'the industry’ started asking the question, ‘What’s going on in Ohio?’


The next 3 months were the craziest months of our lives. Out of nowhere, we had a dozen labels interested in our small local band, taking us completely off guard. We had questions: Would we lose creative control? Would we be turned into something
we are not? Can we keep doing what we are doing, the way we were doing it? Are we selling out? Encouraged by the answers to those questions, we signed a record deal called Fueled By Ramen. A record deal!


Tonight, 5 months later, we are back in Columbus to explain the incredible news to the people who deserve to hear it first. But it’s just the beginning. We cannot wait to see what the future holds for us
and our fans. And to them we say: We never got a big break. You created our big break. Thank you.


So if you are pursuing your dreams, pursuing what it is you are passionate about, I hope this story encourages you. And if you know someone who is, encourage them with this: Don’t give up. Push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds. Think. Create. But most importantly: Stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others. That seems to work. Stay strong, live on, and power to the local dreamer.

—  Tyler Joseph, after being signed by Fueled by Ramen with Josh Dun.

Then We Talk Slow
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 20k
Summary: 
The picture showed Harry smiling widely (with a fucking dimple) at the camera, his glossy brown curls situated artfully around his shoulders. Louis couldn’t see his whole outfit, but it seemed to consist of a pink, floral button-up with most of the buttons undone. Louis could also detect the dark outlines of tattoos on his chest, although he couldn’t quite make out what they were underneath the shirt.
What he could make out was that his own heartrate seemed to have picked up significantly.
Shit.
This was so not good. Not only had Louis drunkenly sent messages in a deliberate attempt to interact with this man, he was now insanely attracted to him without ever having met him in person.
Maybe Liam was right – drunk tweeting really was a horrible, rotten idea.

A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

quick reality check: 1D had 4 no.1 singles in six years. that’s right. FOUR.

record companies spend a lot of buckaroos to launch songs and make them #1. artists do a lot of crazy stuff to get that #1. we didn’t have either and we made that song soar so even if it doesn’t debut at #1 this week in the uk, we still made louis proud because this right here is a HUGE FREAKING DEAL. what we’ve collectively done is MASSIVE. be proud, give yourselves a round of applause and don’t give up because there’s still christmas #1 next week, there’s still US charts and there’s still radio play. so buckle up and let’s make him even more proud. 

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David Tennant as Romeo in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Romeo and Juliet (2000)

David Tennant on playing Romeo:
What I remember particularly about Romeo and Juliet is that people expect a chocolate-box love story. I think that’s what people imagine that story is, even though they know it’s tragic and it doesn’t end happily. They’re expecting some great essay on love. I don’t think that’s what the play is. Romeo and Juliet spend remarkably little time together and, when they are on stage together, the longest chunk of time you see them interacting with each other is the balcony scene, where the very definition is that they can’t touch, they can’t be together, there’s a physical and emotional barrier between them. I think the play is about all sorts of things, but I don’t know really that it is about love. That’s one of the things that you have to get over when playing Romeo, because if you come to the play thinking, ‘I’ve come to play a great lover’, that’s not a very helpful place to start.  The play is as much about society and the  politics of the world they’re in as it is the meditation on love which people expect.

Photo credits include:  Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, photostage.co.uk, the Royal Shakespeare Company, and more

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Not only do labels control their artists’ social media, but they also make the artists pay for it!!!

I want to share an extract from a book i read…

“During the term, the company will have the exclusive right to set up the artist’s website and control social media (Twitter, Facebook, etc.). Their argument is that they want to present a coordinated marketing campaign across all platforms and, oh by the way, we’re the big record company and you’re not. Some companies, if you ask, will allow the artist to set up an “unofficial” website during the term. After the term, the rights go back to the artist, although companies keep the right to have an artist section on their company website… 

…Companies want to recoup the costs of creating and maintaining the artist’s website and social media. It’s hard to make this go away, but sometimes you can limit the amount they can charge, to, say, $25,000 over the life of a deal” (Passman, 2015:140)

This fact isn’t really surprising considering that social media is a key part of marketing, and artists have to pay the label back for the money they spent on marketing… but it is particularly absurd to think about. Like theoretically, as an artist, you could be in a situation where you don’t like the way that you are being portrayed on social media, and you can’t do anything about it. And then you actually have to pay your label for this !!!!! If you are lucky you can maybe limit this amount to 25 grand. It’s just another perfect example of the absurd and potentially unreasonable contractual obligations that artists are put under.


Source: Passman, D. S. (2015). All you need to know about the music business. Simon and Schuster.

Cliche

@chasingawaythefoosa asked for a rock star/manager au

*Added ao3/ff.net links*


Also on FF.NET/AO3


Killian Jones was such a cliche.

Black leather, brooding good looks, eyeliner. The works.

Emma Swan teased him about it constantly.

It was what had made him so popular on the Boston circuit. That and the fact that he was a hell of a singer.

Quite how Emma had ended up managing the roguish Brit was a bit of a convoluted tale involving mutual friends, low funds and too much vodka. Turned out though that she was good at it. So good, that every weekend Kilian was booked solid, playing to packed crowds with his small back up band. There were even enquiries coming from further afield, tentative requests from record companies and, yes, groupies.

Which was who she was fighting through at The Rabbit Hole one Friday night after a killer set that had lit up the room and left a small gaggle of ladies lingering by the door that led backstage.

“‘Xcuse me,” she huffed, wriggling through the mass of hairspray and cheap themed cocktails. Tiny, the bouncer, nodded her through the sacred door as the other women pouted and complained.

“More this week,” he observed as she passed by.

“Yep,” she quipped, side-eyeing the one trying to slip Tiny a ten to let her go through. “Same old, just more of.”

Backstage, the band members were packing up their equipment, but Killian was sat alone, his ever present hip-flask dangling between his fingers.

“That was a good show.”

He looked up as she approached, his smile warm and genuine.

“I messed up a few chords in that last song.” There was a frown as he took another drink.

“Like anyone noticed.” She pulled up one of those cheap orange plastic chairs that seemed to congregate in spaces like that, and sat beside him. “You have quite the group waiting for you.”

She nodded towards the door and he twisted his mouth. “Not tonight Swan.”

Emma raised her brows. He usually liked to spend the last hour or so in the bar, picking up a few numbers, or just women in general.

Come to think of it, it had been some time since she had actually seen him leave with someone.

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“I’ll never retire. My friend Doug Morris, who’s been president of, like, every record company, said to me once, “When you retire, you just get small.” Stand up straight, put on your heels, and get out there and do stuff. I want to do a miniseries for the stories of Rhiannon and the gods of Wales, which I think would be this fantastic thing, but I don’t have to retire from being a rock star to go and do that. I can fit it all in.” - Stevie Nicks - Rolling Stone, March, 2017.

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“Isaiah Shoels faced challenges most kids never have to deal with. When he underwent heart surgery at 7 months to repair a malformed valve in his left ventricle, doctors warned that he might not live past age 5. Instead, Shoels went on to play in a youth football league and to wrestle for Columbine, lifting weights to pack 120 pounds of solid muscle onto his diminutive 4'11" frame. “He took those stumbling blocks and made stepping stones out of them,” says his father, Michael, who owns a small record company.

As one of 16 African-Americans at Columbine, Shoels, a senior—and others of his five siblings—had heard the occasional racial taunt, and it seems to have been his color that marked him for death. “They targeted Isaiah,” says his father, who heard from eyewitnesses how his son died. “When they ran into the school, they started hollering, ‘Where’s that little n—-r?’ ” After they found Shoels in the library, they shot him in the head. “Isaiah was color-blind,” says his father.”

I’m gonna make a record pressing company that will melt down vinyl anime waifu figures and press future funk albums on it. 

Sleazy dudes would eat this shit up

anonymous asked:

Didn't Steve Brookstein say he was 'forced' to get engaged? Surely that is an example? Plus there are artists that have admitted relationships they've sold as 'real' were really set up by the record company for PR and for cover. You think they came up with that on their own? Hell, the studio system in Hollywood married Rock Hudson off!

I don’t know all the specifics, but I believe these are true.

30-year-old Demarkis Stansberry believed that he served God through his music. He performed on stage locally, rapping under the name “Righzous.”
Demarkis was shy and quiet, but lit up in the studio around his musical equipment. He carried a notebook around with him to jot down lyrics. He also kept drawings: detailed renderings of R&B singer Aaliyah, 3-D flowers and anime characters. He also painted T-shirts and designed logos for record labels and entertainment companies he hoped to own in the future.

Demarkis always wore a hat, along with jeans and a button down. He worked at a Taco Bell, but his passion was hearty Italian food — especially pasta and meatballs — which he learned to cook himself by watching Food Network.

Demarkis was shy, but lit up around friends. He often teased loved ones by giving them nicknames. He would tell his friends, “My goal is to get on your nerves at least once a day.”

Demarkis was shot in the head by a friend’s brother on Feb. 27. The shooter turned himself in to police, saying he thought the weapon was empty at the time. 

The Unerased project is a database of every known trans person who has been killed in recent years.