GMA has done come and gone! It seemed like a blur this year. Probably because I was actually working as opposed to strictly schmoozing (yes…there are combinations of the two—such as Schmirking!). I was really excited by my involvement consulting a client who effectively matches up artists with some outstanding non-profit organizations—an excellent endeavor that I felt privileged to be a part of.
I did not get to see as many showcases as I would have liked but there are two standout artists that are my GMA week reccs:
High Flight Society: OK—I’m biased here. I signed this band to my last label. This is crunchy modern rock at it’s best. I love these guys.
I was encouraged by the tone of activity at GMA this year by many new artists. It was refreshing to hear tales of solid networking and strategic promotion rather than the tired and sad plea of “we gotta get a record deal…someone sign us please!”
Clearly, a lot of these younger artists have received the memo that the record business is collapsing—and that the music business is not. It is great to see so many young bands soldiering on without delusions.
A few classic GMA anomalies do remain…
The GMA Rubberneck: This occurs in the lobbies of the hotels. Everyone is always looking around to see who is talking to whom. I guess this is an inescapable part of any convention. It is humorous to observe as whiplash ensues.
The GMA Handshake: This is the worst one of all and is the wicked cousin of the Rubberneck. It occurs when you are shaking someone’s hand and they are looking over their shoulder to see if someone more important or advantageous has just walked into the lobby—and they ponder whether they should drop your sorry conversation and rush on to bigger and better things. The guys in this pic at least look like they actually want to talk with each other.
Nashville was rife with heavy machinery during GMA week—brought in perhaps to lift the sagging spirits of us industry pessimists (I prefer “realists”).