Ah, yes...online social networks! (or...OSN's—if you're a techie).
You know...Myspace, Facebook, Virb, Shoutlife—blah...blah..blah.
Another place to pour forth (or fifths...for that matter!).
I was invited to participate in a beta launch for a new OSN called Cyama.
Imagine a MySpace meets Facebook (pre-public trampling) primarily for students at Christian Colleges.
Though the skins are much cooler.
The site will even have it's own virtual world ala Second Life.
The founders of Cyama read my blog posts about the music business and asked me contribute to the delinquency of college students.
And I was only too happy to oblige them.
here's my opening post...
When the founders of Cyama asked me to join as a charter member…I don’t think they knew what they were really getting into.
Consider yourself forewarned.
You see…I’m a troublemaker.
I just can’t leave well enough alone.
I’m all about conflict if it exposes the awful truth.
What’s the awful truth?
…That the music business is collapsing.
That’s right…total deconstruction!
But, it's really not such a bad thing.
Change is inevitable.
I felt it apropos to mention that—since this site is primarily a social network for college students.
The aspirational stage in one’s life.
When I was in college, I only wanted to do one thing.
No—not drink beer and chase chicks (I’ll plead the fifth on that one—no pun intended).
I wanted to play music. To be specific…Rock & Roll!
That's right...the studying antidote!
I went to some good schools too!—the Sorbonne and a few others.
You see, I was supposed to be a lawyer.
My parents had it all planned out.
But every time I’d stay in school for any extended period of time…
…I’d quit to join a band!
I already knew what I wanted to do with my life
…And I did it.
I have been fortunate enough to be able to play music for a living for a good chunk of my life.
And when it came time to hang up my leather pants…I was even more fortunate (or cursed!) to have been able to keep working in music as a record company executive.
So, what’s the point?
Well, for some of you who read this…I’ve stood in your shoes.
Going to college…dreaming of music.
No one could dissuade me from pursuing my dream.
Far be it from me to dissuade you now.
I’d be remiss if I did not return the love that was bestowed upon me by older, wiser musicians that went before me…the wisdom and warnings of the music business.
That’s why I’m here at Cyama.
To share the love…and hopefully offer unabashedly honest insight as you go forward into music.
I have a heart for aspiring musicians because I can relate. You can call me a "recovering' musician—cuz you never really lose the bug!
Do I claim to have all the answers about the music business?
Hardly. I’m just a guy who has been there and done that…on both sides of the fence.
But, I have learned a thing or two during my long ride in the music biz.
And, if I can dispense you some good advice…I will.
Consider me your bartender.
Now, what’s your poison?