different kind of question...
DopeBeastie
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I'm doing a gig this weekend, and i'm thinking about printing out some of my poems, and offering them... for sale <wince>... at my show. I read them to this crowd a lot and get a more positive response for the poetry than I do for the tunes.
I need to start making a little cash to pay for babysitters and gas... and I think I need to start saving for equipment... mixers... mics... speakers... argh...
so, my question is... what's a fair price? how many poems should it contain?
if i decide to do it, i'll let you all know how it goes.
There was one poet/musician-type dude who put out like, 20 poems (some, rather sophomorish, imo) and sold the books for $15.00. He (I think) capitalized on his cuteness, his social standing within our small community, and his growing talent. I personally, was happy to shell out the cash to support him. I don't know if he's sold them all... but anyway.... thoughts?
I need to start making a little cash to pay for babysitters and gas... and I think I need to start saving for equipment... mixers... mics... speakers... argh...
so, my question is... what's a fair price? how many poems should it contain?
if i decide to do it, i'll let you all know how it goes.
There was one poet/musician-type dude who put out like, 20 poems (some, rather sophomorish, imo) and sold the books for $15.00. He (I think) capitalized on his cuteness, his social standing within our small community, and his growing talent. I personally, was happy to shell out the cash to support him. I don't know if he's sold them all... but anyway.... thoughts?
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30 for $10.00
5 for $5.00
Just a guess.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
i'm thinking it'll be 5.... 5 poems that i recite between songs... then offer up, printed for $5 bucks or $3 or something...
don't wish to appear CONTROLLED or even motivated by the god-suck dollar... but the gear costs, and we ain't getting paid yet.
I think a buck a poem is a very fair deal.
Good luck! I hope those gigs start paying off soon!!!!!
we're getting good. the new songs are good. it's very very exciting.
Go for it, I think if you guys decide to record it'd be a cool little book to print the lyrics with some poetry attached, make it a bargain combined with the cd.
Good luck to ya, gal
i can get me some free toasterefl???
hell yes
thanks, love
'ppreciate it
do you know which one i mean?
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
My passenger seat fills
with a crying girl in a makeshift sling
There was no time for an ambulance
out near exit ninety,
the tree was too high
and the branches too thin.
On the road
A red Ford Explorer
drives through a shallow puddle,
65 miles an hour.
The sun steadies its aim
and shifting rainbows
grasp the black bumper
like a colored leviathan
stalking a fishing trawler.
It veers onto an exit,
and the prism sinks
back into the oil
of the highway.
Hazard lights
squint at cloud cover
over an F-150 pickup
marooned in the dirt.
Guard rails rise,
steel fins follow a man
carrying a red gas can.
But sideline sharks
fade into the asphalt
where turns were cleaved
through cliff walls, covered
in ice that slides like
chicken meat
boiled off the bone.
The girl tries to move her
arm and screams. The
bleeding stops for now
but the seatbelt digs
into her broken arm.
I told her at a hundred
and ten she needed to keep
her belt on, we had already
reached
The crooked mouth
of Delaware county,
blasted by mountain men
who ate through the rocks
with dynamite teeth.
Those state funded
root canals
allow four lanes of traffic
to shimmy like wet crumbs
into its gullet
We speed through that esophagus
until the needle of my speedometer
hides itself in the dashboard
as we reach the life sustaining
machinery of Lourde’s Hospital
I lower her into a wheelchair and
move through a series of glass
doors that open in unison.
The reception desk waits in
the corner like a prison sentry
tower. And with pitiless efficiency
we are told to wait. The whole
drive, the risk, the speed seems
wasted, but not forgotten.
Fifteen dollars for 20 of your poems seems fair to me, especially if you bind them nicely and put in a picture or two.
I think I'm going to have to put off the production of the booklet. lol... doesn't feel like something I can handle in all of three days. But I will do it.
Jess? I'm working on my myspace music page right now. I'll email you a link once I get some tunes on there, cool?
Oh, and Justam? I never got your music. :( I think I gave you the wrong upload site... it's http://www.yousendit.com, not "usendit"... sorry 'bout that
d'oh!
I didn't even go there yet, I've been busy with stuff...
Will files from itunes work? (They are called m4a when I drag them to my desktop. )
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
20 minutes to d/l a song, ending in an error message...
TWICE
bagh.
Well I guess that was version 1.0, we fixed some bugs and added some new features, version. 1.11659 is going strong. I'd love to see your band sometime though.