Holidays Hustle: eight Approaches To Promote Your Band Or Brand

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By indie rapper Kosha Dillz

  1. Start off an quick sale for your whole catalog on band camp – Now is the time  to give. It is the giving season. not the taking season. Set a cost on all your albums for your super fans. Not everyone desires you for christmas or hannukah, but some men and women do. Digital sale means no mailing , they get it instantly, and every person is much more than content!
  2. 12 days of christmas / eight nights of hannukah post – You never have to celebrate holidays to give the support and really like on promoted posts to your pals. Put up eight or 12 pics of your friends and things you are fan of to help other individuals. People will really like your list. It also draws activities every day and  is a cool structure piece of content
  3. Send vacation postcards to your supporters – This isn’t a way to entirely make cash, but a great way to invest in your special individuals. Post a Facebook or tweet about your postcards, and men and women will adore the truth that you are doing it. Handwritten notes are golden and everyone loves actual mail!
  4. Give out warm clothes to the needy / homeless on snapchat –  Nothing wrong with snapping a day of giving back? It encourages everybody to be in the holiday spirit and be giving. Take pics and make other folks pleased as they reside vicariously through what you do, and encourage them to be giving in the upcoming days, months, and years.
  5. Vacation song or video release – never to late to make an extra holiday song to release to go viral. Don’t forget when As well Brief did the Hannukah song? It was wonderful. Also, Matisyahu has a popular hannukah song that gets played at every party, as properly as Adam Sandler. It may well be time for a new a single to be made.
  6. Buy gifts for your fans, close friends, and business peeps.- Man. The a lot more you give this season, the much more they will purchase kind you in the year. If you do not sell a lot of merch on the web but, why do not you run a gifting contest where you send men and women free of charge merch and random goodies for fans , pals, and industry? Men and women will keep in mind that forever. It will get you a couple of far more conversations, and it is way much less creepier than acquiring it for a individual you are interested in that is not interested in you! Trust me. Wouldn’t you really like for me to purchase you book?
  7. Holiday Contests – Certain. How about we run a contest on getting my new album , t shirt, plus a present card for starbucks.  Everybody enters their e-mail and by the finish of the contest you get 200 emails for the holidays. I adore getting into things like that. Me and Flex Mathews when won something and got totally free trip to san francisco in a good hotel, and slept in a quite swanky hotel
  8. Advantage show or align with charity – Every person in their right thoughts is often thinking about providing, specifically if they have large fan base. Aligning oneself with a excellent trigger from planned parenthood to The Front Row Foundation, which puts terminal ill men and women in the front row of their request (from concerts to baseball games) will constantly get people for a gathering. Last year at my Hannukah celebration, Dave Bautista came out for the very good cause and  was put in the bar mitzvah chair. Carrying out excellent issues will always draw out the very good people, and you by no means know who is in town for holidays. They may well never come to a show of yours, but this time they come out for the great cause.

I feel of 8 as a miracle number simply because if turned sideways, eight is infinity. Forever and ever there will be two ways we appear at the end of the year. This is our time off. Or this is our time on. I usually choose to be on, given that I do not get charged for the electric bill of my personal life! Tis the season to be providing, and capitalize on the chance, aka “the most wonderful time of the year.” 

 

image from shemspeed.comIf you are in Los Angeles, hit up kosha  at rapperfriends @gmail.com and take him out for coffee. If you want to book him for a show, always hit eva@fatabooking.com and also ask him about how he charted on Billboard this year with his album WHat I do All Day and Pickle and buy a t-shirt to preserve his dream alive. If you are in yet another country, email kosha to say hi.

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Noro – Brand NewPart of why Daisy sounds so different, in my…

Noro – Brand New

Portion of why Daisy sounds so diverse, in my opinion, is since this album seasoned a steep incline in participation from the other members of the bands, Vinnie in distinct. Not to say that they didn’t generate all the albums together, but for the initial time Vinnie played a massive element in writing the lyrics for the album. Previously, he’d carried out lyrics for the final song on The Devil and God, “Handcuffs”. He’d also written guitar parts before, naturally. But on Daisy, his lyrical talents started to shine.

“Handcuffs” is an extraordinary song, a haunting end to an upsetting album. And in Daisy we commence to see just what Accardi can actually do with his lyrics. Jesse, typically in the position of songwriting, hadn’t been creating a conscious choice to let Accardi wrote more lyrics, it just sort of happened.

“Everyone has always had the opportunity to create something that any person wants in the band, it’s just when we started this record Vinnie came with so considerably currently. It had practically nothing to do with me it had almost everything to do with Vin. He just came with everything completed already and it was so great we have been all genuinely excited as a band to stick to his lead.” – Jesse Lacey

So when it came time to record he had tons of material to perform with, lyrics and guitar pieces, and completely completed songs. For the first time, Vinnie’s new lyrics created up far more than half of Daisy. And Jesse filled in some gaps, producing an amazing collaboration. Since of Vinnie, we have bone-chilling songs that hanker back to when he wrote the music for ”Welcome to Bangkok”, like “Be Gone”, with incomprehensible lyrics and unsettling banjo to accompany it. In the songs exactly where you can actually recognize the lyrics, it’s clear to see that Accardi’s writing gives the album a quite cryptic and mysterious feeling. As opposed to the other Brand New albums, Daisy forgoes the truthful lyrics that the band is generally identified for. And considerably of their adjust can be attributed to Accardi’s lyrics.

Songs like “In a Jar” and “Daisy” are odd pieces of music. I already spoke in length about “Daisy” and the preacher recording at the beginning of the song, but the lyrics that stick to that announcement, “Just as I am,” are as honest as they can be confusing. Vinnie makes use of metaphors that describes how the speaker feels about themself.

I’m a mountain that has been moved.
I’m a fugitive that has no legs to run.
I’m a preacher with no pulpit,
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on.

The lyrics paint a contradictory image of the speaker. A mountain that is moved is hardly a mountain, and preaching with no one to listen hardly gains any person that desires to adhere to you. It provides us a related theme that Lacey has been identified to create about in the past, the thought that occasionally at your cores there is anything wrong with you that can be difficult to fix. Or even, as the lyrics imply with the leg metaphor, not possible to recover from. You can’t regrow legs, and you cannot constantly fix the way you are born, or what you alter into.

However, I think Accardi’s strongest work on the album is showcased in “Noro”. If you have in no way heard this song, I highly suggest it. It is a startling journey, using imagery of men and women lost in a forest, individuals doomed to an eternity in Hell, religious symbols, all cornerstones of Brand New.

How are we ever gonna know peace?
How will I ever see a light by means of the trees?
I wanna burn down almost everything we’ve begun.
I wanna kill and eat my young.

These lyrics are very graphic, they show the way that at times when you are mentally ill, you just have to self-sabotage simply because it’s all you know. And having some control more than the scenario gives you the illusion that things will be okay. You can manage destroying something you have created. The notion that the finish is anything far away and unimaginable at this point, so far gone that it appears not possible to attain. This thought is explored in other Brand New lyrics, but the factor I adore about Vinnie’s writing is that it fits so seamlessly with Jesse’s that it is thematically ideal. They’re like a match made in heaven for writing about becoming mentally ill.

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Coming up: Brand New

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Thank you, Eve!

Next week, we will talk about Lengthy Island alt rock band Brand New.

Your guest hosts are Jesse Ferber &amp Andy Lattimer. You can uncover Jesse on Tumblr as @yourowndisaster as properly as on Twitter, and Andy’s available on both Tumblr and Twitter as nicely.

Andy’s also recently published a collaborative zine on Brand New called “brand new, in no way finished” featuring original artwork, photographs, and writing on the band, and you can check it out right here (paying is optional).

See you tomorrow!

– Hendrik

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This summer I moved to a brand new city all alone where I know…

This summer season I moved to a brand new city all alone exactly where I know nobody. The Pacific Northwest is supposed to be cool and rainy but this summer time is hot and none of us are prepared, the air sinking down onto us like a heavy blanket. I do every thing I can think of to steer clear of it. I sleep beneath damp towels. I ritualistically place shallow bowls of cold water in front of the only fan in my room so that I can feel a cool breeze often. I leave my residence only to be touched in passing by strangers. I let myself get pushed into a corner on the train. I feel the sweat dripping down the back of my neck, generating the hair at the nape of my neck sticky. It seems silly to mention that I broke up with a girl final month simply because summer is always a time for empty spaces but I did. What this ending has provided me, mainly, is a desperate furious attention to the borders of my own physique, to the limits of my skin. Bodies are nothing when they are alone. The physique is only comprehensible as portion of a mass, pressed up desperately against the negative space between itself and an additional particular person. Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely. I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers / I did really feel like coming but I also felt like crying. It didn’t seem so worth it correct now. Physique hunger. A fever that is desire but also some thing else finds itself in diverse guises in so many Regina songs. From “Dance Anthem of the 80s”: “it’s been a long time because before I’ve been touched / now I’m obtaining touched all the time /and it is only a matter of who and it’s only a matter of when.” An addiction to hands and feet. From “Consequence of Sound”: “they just stand there on a street corner / skin tucked in / and meat side out.” In the presence of other bodies your own physique hums. In the summer we turn our skin inside out and show our guts to the whole planet.

This, then, the energy of summer time: the reckoning with others. The reckoning with loss only by reckoning with other individuals. In “Summer in the City” an individual has left you but the psychosomatic response is to conjure a thousand other people in her spot, like producing white blood cells to heal a wound. I’ve been hallucinatin’ you babe in the backs of other females. Summer a hallucination in which familiarity with other women’s bodies is an immune response to absence. Every single exposed back the identical exposed back. I tap em on the shoulder and they turn about smiling but there’s no recognition in their eyes. Regina howls lonely lonely lonely and that, too, is more than one person’s loneliness. “Lonely” no longer a word but genuinely just a sound, genuinely just sob. Just a physique, lonely the very same curve as the back of the girl you miss. I feel so considerably about “her skin makes them sick in the evening / nauseous nauseous nauseous”, the last 3 words trailing off into a whisper. That, as well, is a what nausea feels like. Sitting on your bathroom floor pressed up against the cold tile and you are all alone and you really feel sick and your body curls up, your entire self trails away into a whisper.

Summer season in the city in no way ends. Summer in the city has an indescribable chronology. When you are extended gone from this city, I start off to miss you baby occasionally. When you are long gone, I begin sometimes. Even the syntax of this sentence is one of perpetuation. More than and more than once more, in this song and in this summer season: I start to miss you. Never a letting up, never a filling of space. You never genuinely quit missing anyone. Every missing layered up on top of one more. I miss your smile. I miss your hair. I miss the delicate curve of your neck behind your hair. I swear I saw your gap tooth on 4 other girls last week. Loss by addition. I have built a new physique out of missing you, new guts. A new self, pink and sunburned, scraped knees. I am strong from pushing back so difficult against the empty space about me. “Don’t get me wrong, dear, in general I think I’m carrying out quite fine.” The infinitesimal pause between “quite” and “fine” in which loss appears around, finds itself acceptable.

We shore ourselves up like fantastic containers to hold our longing but it’s alright. We survive this, also. Crying doesn’t seem so worth it proper now. Right here all alone in the space I develop for myself out of loneliness I buy a lot of popsicles, wear only sports bras. I unhinge my jaw to consume peaches in the dark over my sink, the juice splattering down onto the empty dishes. I read only trashy romance novels and books about the philosophy of architecture, I get popsicle stains on their inside covers. This morning I drank grapefruit juice out of an old wine glass and the deep maroon swirl of the wine dissolved off the bottom of the glass in the last swallow of my juice, a secret bitterness. I’m so lonely lonely lonely and her voice swoops beneath itself, swallows that loneliness also. Like a body, loss is at times just a point to reside inside of.

– s

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