seeking original solo for acoustic song. no cliches need apply. electronics will be considered but we do have some reservation. effects are also possible but if its all about the effect that won’t do. acoustic could work but as stated at the front, no cliches please. no worries about experience or eduction, just an original sound that lifts this song up a few notches.
I played SXSW in 1993 and after that was offered a publishing deal. It was (in theory) worth the average cost of a Toronto house – if everything worked out. If everything worked out means there were clauses that stipulated various sums of money would be awarded if certain conditions were realized. For instance if anything cracked the billboard top 100 then $75,000 would be released, other threads like that.
Most troubling for me was the duration – my life plus 50 years. Not unusual in American publishing deals, so said lawyers and artists I then knew. In Europe the durations for such deals were less. Imagine that, everything you write and everything you might write, is now be pre-owned by someone else. Imagine you want to write critically about the man ….but the man already gets a 50% commission on whatever it is you are saying. Another clause said $25,000 released upon signing the deal. Hard to turn down a whack of money when you don’t have a whack of money in the bank.
My lawyer was not quick to get everything together and after a month they resigned the offer. My lawyer felt like it was his fault. I didn’t care, I was immobilized the entire month, wondering if I could live with myself if I did it. So now the decision was made, ok by me. During the next couple years, anytime I needed that lawyer for anything at all, he never charged me because he felt like he had owed me. It was win win.
I played Ontario Place many times with Blue Rodeo. One time while walking down the laneway post show, a couple in a car recognized me and offered me a lift I said sure and got into their car. They were thrilled. They had just seen the show and they liked my style – “You’re a wild man!” said the man and the woman driving asked which street she should take to get me home. He was especially animated about how much fun it was to watch me on stage blah blah blah and how cool it was that they noticed me and could give me a ride.
Then I ruined everything.
I said “what do you do for a living?”…….his smile ended and he looked off in the distance “I’m a cop”.
I wanted to laugh, it was an unexpected answer but I knew this was probably not the best reaction (especially if I wanted to get to College and Spadina). “That’s great” I said.
Until that moment I was a person of honour and privilege now the rules changed and I became careful. He knew it too and that was the most interesting part. He just wanted to be a fan and me be a celebrity. Now we were in a class experiment.