THE MUSIK-ZONE The
Business of Music
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Music
Row: Gripe, Bitch, Moan!
Even
though the sale of physical CDs, tapes and LPs is dropping, the sale of music
over-all is growing ... and it's coming from online sales. Not
only have listeners grown weary of the homogenization and mind
games, so have the artists.
A
good friend of mine over the years, Marjy
Plant, who had one of her songs ("Wheels of Love")
recorded by Emmylou Harris, is one of those. She reminds her
fans, me among them, a lot of Patsy Cline - down and gritty,
unadorned but honest. She wrote a recent song called "It's
Ass-Kissing Time in Music City" which expresses the
sentiments of thousands of damned good songwriters and
performers.
And
even Dr. Hook's old rock-n-roll classic "On the Cover of
Rolling Stone" is a sly, light-hearted poke at the undue
influence of the big labels. It satirized artists who were just
happy to get their picture on the cover of Rolling Stone, while
the record companies kept the money and the artists' lives went
down in flames.
Dr.
Hook & The Medicine Show
Cover
of the Rolling Stone
Well
we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady
Name a Cocaine Katie
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired Daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Gonna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Songwriters and music publishers typically
earn royalty payments from two sources: sales of music and
through licensing fees paid by broadcasters, such as radio,
television and, increasingly, the Internet.
While the sales side of the royalty equation
may be sagging, publishing houses and the three U.S.
organizations that collect payments on broadcast performances
— ASCAP, BMI and SESAC, all of which maintain significant
operations in Nashville — have seen revenues steadily rise
in recent years.
In its last fiscal year, ASCAP reported annual
royalty collections of $863 million, a 10 percent increase
over the previous year, while BMI reported $839 million, a
7 percent increase.
SESAC, which has its headquarters in
Nashville, does not disclose its financial results, though
President and Chief Operating Officer Pat Collins said his
organization has seen similar growth.
Driving the increases has been a surge of new
companies that are licensing music, from cable television
using songs in hit shows such as The Sopranos to
satellite radio and Internet music services like Pandora.com.
Those new opportunities, Collins said, have more than offset
any flatness in a radio industry that has seen its playlists
shrink.
Those gains have flowed to publishers as well.
"We have multiple ways to sell music," said Gary
Overton, executive vice president and general manager of EMI
Music Publishing in Nashville. "TV, movies, radio and
restaurants — anytime you hear music, we get paid. That's
why we've been so healthy."
Some of the best music
I've never heard before first hit my own ears from TV shows like
"Numbers" or "CSI" or other popular series.
But nothing compares to the treasure chest I've personally
discovered on the Internet.
Whereas the big labels
gave nothing away for free, anyone can now freely and legally
listen to and in many cases download entire albums from
independent artists all over the world, in any genre!
Still, the
"traditional" music industry gripes, bitches and
moans.
That the music business is finally headed for
a new business model serves as cold comfort to Rick Carnes,
president of the Songwriters Guild of America, who, in
speeches and presentations, is quick to lay out the same
doom-and-gloom scenario he painted for a congressional
subcommittee three years ago.
It goes like this: By law, a songwriter is
entitled to 9.1 cents for every song sold, giving him a
starting point of $91,000 if an album sells a million copies.
A publishing contract eats up half of that, reducing the
figure to $45,500. That sum is typically split in half again
because many artists won't cut a track on their album unless
they receive a co-writing credit. That money is often used to
pay back the initial investment made by a record company. That
now leaves the songwriter with $22,750. But included in most
standard record deals is a clause that pays co-writers only 75
percent of their congressionally mandated royalties, leaving a
grand total of about $17,000 in a songwriter's pocket.
That model may have been sustainable when
publishing companies would bankroll a songwriter's career in
the early years and when CDs sold in bigger volumes, Carnes
said. But now, "professional songwriters have no
future."
I would have to disagree.
Professional songwriters who are on the big labels' payrolls may
not have as bright a future as the up and coming Indies -
not just the songwriters, but the performers and the small Indie
publishers as well.
Right here in Nashville,
for example, an exciting new website has emerged called Music
City Unsigned, that brings a lot of Music City's best and
brightest to the forefront - not with hype and sexy unclothed
photographs of little Lolitas, but with plain and simple music -
call it sex for the ears, if that helps any!
Instead of "eye
candy" music listeners want "ear candy" ... and
the Indies are there to provide it.
True, there may be a few
less staff songwriting jobs in Music City and LA - but only
because of the industry's own stupidity, not a lack of talent on
the part of the songwriters who have, for decades, been forced
to churn out formula "hits" for so long some of them
may have forgotten how to write a song from the soul.