This morning - May 13, 2002 - I was talking to a friend about the (often sullied,
even drug through the mud...LOL! So seldom understood or appreciated...) art of
promotion, whether it be a songwriter "pitching" a tune, or a
painter talking up new works, or most anything marketable by anyone who cannot afford an
agent...
Remember the "taboo" about self-promotion?
Who doesn't?
We all have something to sell, even if it's nothing... but the notion
that nobody should sell me anything I don't really want,
period...LOL!
We've all been pestered by sellers (chaps, in the UK) who can't seem to take a
hint, or -dang it! pesky vacuum cleaner guy's got his foot in the
doorway...(sound of W.C. Field's voice here) - NO for an answer...
I'm a songwriter, who - if I don't represent myself - won't get any publicity
unless I myself come up with an amusing presentation...YET, because of the nature
of what I write and advocate, civility in its most natively organic sense,
I often find myseld in a bind: How to present the material in such a way that
doesn't offend?
In the course of reflecting upon this dilemma that artists who must represent
their own interests find themselves "on the horns of", I came up with a rather neat, concise phrase(unlike
this rambling account...G.F.E.T.E.).