So this movie released on netflix yesterday and i think it’s all right, definitely worth a watch for the curiosos out there. This is a true american story of a great artist’s great rise and fall to his early death at 21. He was truly a gentle person and a “tattooed poet” as his grandpa Packack put it. He was someone who’s every line scored high on the originality rating, and specifically the blended styles of sounds between heavy drums and crying guitars. It’s sad but soothing and it’s something I’ve been proudly addicted to for a year and half now.
But without going too deep into the artist at hand and his ability to master a moment or have a relationship with people And death they way he did, this post is more of a letter to a buddy of mine who is driving across this great country of ours right now and headed for LA where most of Peep’s musical career took place. I couldn’t help but brainstorm amidst the chaos of poor artists living in crowded spaces, chipping in daily and renting airbnb’s to live and record music out of, how this whole thing could have been organized a bit if at all, if anything in order to save at least one artist’s life from the neglect and the abuse. And this is what brings me to the potential point-of-view solution.
Remember when we talked a few years back about taking these FUNPOV Camera Glasses on tour? Well, I think this is a perfect environment to introduce them too. The goal would be to get the glasses on a super kind super creative super filmmaker super best friend, and then to unlock the all day filmmaking feature. Therefore enabling the entire day of the artist/ rock star to be filmed, in the MOST INTIMATE way possible mind you, all the while not once pointing a camera at them and making them have to be “ON” and change their behavior. They wouldnt ever need to do anything more than live their life and create their Art. Period.
Now then, if that part remains obvious, it’s the next part that is even more intuitive I hope…
Conscious Capitalism. Consolidated power. What decentralization would even look like in the current music industry .
Record Label/ Subscriptions.
What if the goal of this company was to 1) make a slew of recording artist documentaries; living, touring, creating, interviewing, etc and 2) turn these airbnbs that they were using into recording studio bedrooms. Anchor has an office in New York I hear that is sort of doing this. It’s like a podcast recording den of small office suits and you can use it on the hourly or whatever. What if the goal of this subscription management/ POV filmmaking company was to get artists in these bedrooms making music, and then after the album is pressed helping them launch either their own subscription/ memberships or rolling it into our own independent music label. That way they can remain in complete creative freedom and the company is doing what it wants, taking a % of album subs instead of sales, and using it to stay flexible on the ground level, looking for talent.
Which brings me to the final pitch which is Soundcloud who does not have offices in LA yet. Imagine getting their attention with a small lean startup with a handful of intriguing musicians. Maybe there is a partnership here somewhere especially if again the ultimate goal is renting out a large space and dividing it into these recording studio bedrooms. The goal would be to make music and to make a lot of it while getting these kids into stable reliable environments where we can be hands on and help them manage their money and careers so they can stay on the path to achieving the dream. That is really the greatest tragedy of this story in the end. It’s that he didn’t have anyone there for him. The tour manager was busy and his actual manager wasn’t there. He was always in a crowd and couldn’t get away or say no. He was exhausted and needed rest and relaxation. He was an incredible asset to his label and they were negligent and all he really needed was a best buddy. A buddy3PO(v) if you will. Someone he can coffee that with every morning and tuck him in at every night to make sure sure he’s not dead. That person is not an artist/ collaborator or some outsider camera man creeping and pointing and not making eye contact. That person is a POV filmmaker and a partner on the road and in the business. Maybe a new kind of collaborator. Artist/ filmmaker/ journalist, etc. This is something I think if I could do I would. And with your help and then big yet clear vision quest of bedroom recording studios mas o menos, I think we could maybe team up in LA and break into the scene with the glasses (which now look normal btw) and an independent subscription pitch along with it. I don’t know, maybe it’ll take a handful of artists before we find the right one. But maybe it’ll really work and change everything including the way social media is used and also the industries outdated centralized power model. Etc and so forth.
In conclusion, I hope Everybody’s Everything is on Broadway one day. The relationship with his dad who he “hated” is something that I could see a lot of our younger generation interested in, as well as our parents who are being cut from their kid’s lives in adulthood. Seems in a way like the greatest tragedy of our times. Worse then even a child dying too young, could be the losing of the respect for the parents and the why behind it. It’s never one sided of course, but we have to wonder what was said to him in those formative years that alter his chemistry and unlock that rage that can hate and leave and never look back. It’s something that the modern psychology and emotionology is trying to figure out I think. Concepts like High Conflict Personalities and Emotional Warfare and CPTSD come to mind. Parents Say The Darnedest Things sometimes, and you know what Dave Chapelle says; Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but Words Forever Curse Me. All the Love.