The previous blog set forth the challenge: How to get the attention of music supervisors who place music in movies and television shows.
As noted, I’ve been in pitch sessions before, but Paul Logan, music supervisor for a network, had a logical way of explaining why he needed what he needed, how to gauge if a song fit his specific parameters, what his responsibility toward you is (and that he will keep it), and how to get his attention.
He gave us a lot of specifics for his network that may not apply to other networks, or movies. So, I will not cover those. Instead, I will tell you what you, and me, and other music creators look like from where he sits.
Imagine you’re on a dry Texas road. You look around and there is not much of anything. You are alone. You and the road, bushes growing in sand, a rusted oil derrick or two, and dark clouds coming your way. Uh, oh. It’s a storm. You can see the millions of gallons of water the storm is dumping along the way, but it’s miles and miles off; you have time to outrun it, and the sun is still shining in front of you, so you pause for a picnic.
But, the rain is coming down so hard and fast that the water cannot seep into the ground fast enough. You look down because you hear a roar. It’s a wall of water and you can’t get out of the way. Whoosh. You’re fighting for your life as water goes over your head and debris pummels your body.
Now imagine, if you will, that that wall of water is made up of all the music raindrops that get sent to each and every music supervisor each and every day.
Whoosh! Here comes the perfect song – Whack! – with no contact information on it.
Whoosh! Here comes the perfect song – Whack! – with the messiest split sheet on the frickin’ planet.
Whoosh! Here comes an email with – Whack! – ten attachments that clog the corporate firewall.
Whoosh! Here comes a barrage of emails with subject lines that say – Whack! – “Did you get my song?”
Whoosh! Here comes a song – Whack! – that won’t play on any device known to man except yours.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whack! Whack! Whack!
And it doesn’t stop. Ever. Even when they’re on vacation. Even when their Mama dies.
And then you send an email and say, “Hey, remember that little drop of water I sent?”
Is that picture firmly in your mind? Good. Click Next above.