If you want to listen to new music, then support
the artist. Who would argue with that? It’s the plea that’s been made by
musicians since the onset of the digital revolution, and it was the theme of Jay-Z’s
press announcement to the New York Times when he launched the “artist-owned”
streaming service Tidal in 2014. An attempt
by sixteen celebrity stakeholders to challenge the likes of Spotify and Pandora
and restore some dignity into the streaming market, the platform claimed to
charge the consumer higher fees in order to return more to the musician (75% of revenues go back to the industry in
comparison to the usual 50%). Sounds good – right?
Sure. But clasp your branded headphones on tighter
and you might have noticed something a
little odd about the mood music. Listen to the phrases bandied
around: “come together”; “mission”; “change the status
quo”. This is the kind of language you’d expect in a DIY band, a non-profit
workshop. The celebrities involved must themselves owe repeat fees on the
number of times they’ve spat some permutation of the words “artist
owned” – as if to vaguely suggest that Tidal is a
grassroots venture, something of the people and for the people, a kind of
artistic co-op.
Ah, but wait – like United Artists last century,
Tidal was actually a company launched
by multi-millionaires with massive industry clout who’ve come together to get a
better deal for themselves (this time with some unseemly bleating about how
their vast fortunes are being eroded by streaming sites). The only real sharing
involved takes place amongst the “creative 1%” – the same kind of “sharing”
that occurs between the respective partners of a megacorp merger as they divvy
up stock options. You’d have to work hard to spin that as a co-op.
What the blurb around Tidal really represented was a particularly modern
trend: wrapping up “creativity” in the language of community and collaboration,
so that, all too often, nobody looks too
hard at the hard economics. Especially at the thorniest issue of all – payment.
Attempt a career in the creative industries, and
you will often encounter this inclusive, utopian language, often in the context
of explaining why it’s impossible to pay you. Invitations to forgo payment in
order to “get valuable experience”. Invitations to lend your time because it
would “look great on your CV”. Apologies for lack of compensation mitigated
with a promise to profit-share at a later date. You, the creative one, are
lucky enough to have the chance to express yourself and hone your craft; how
could you possibly expect money for that?
Please
support your local millionaire
This
isn’t just restricted to creative workers – it’s the spirit of the shiny
digital economy. Take the recent example of the Camden Town Brewery. Yes – shock
horror – the CTB, a fledgling, for-the-love-of-it startup just half a decade
ago, has done so well that it’s now being sold off to a major. The sum, as you
may have guessed, is no small beer.
There’s
nothing all that unusual about majors swallowing up minnows of course – and nothing
unusual about plucky startup entrepreneurs suddenly finding themselves rich. It’s
the spirit of our age after all. But there’s an added twist to this one. Camden
Town Brewery may have made great craft beer, but they had more than a little
help along the way.
“We
think there’s a real appetite for a company that can grow while staying true to
its roots,” the company said on the pitch for its 2014 crowdfunding campaign,
which included a zippy video hosted on Crowdcube. “There’s something special
about drinking great beer here that originated in Camden.”
Keep
it local, do something for the community – this was a David vs Goliath campaign
that appealed to the Little Guy in the face of all the nasty corporates. And it
worked: CBT would smash their total and go on to raise £2.75 million. Hooray
for community spirit!
So
it was perhaps a little bit of a surprise to the people who helped fund the
company’s growth that CTB has turned round and used that growth to help sell
out to a rather less community-minded outfit: drinks global megacorp
Anheuser-Busch InBev. David might have thrown a few rocks at Goliath, but the
hostilities are apparently over. Now they’re having dinner together.
It’s
not the first time a crowdfunding campaign premised on beating the faceless corporates
ended up joining those very same faceless corporates once the chequebook came
out. But the CTB sale is interesting because it tells us about something more
than just crowdfunding. It’s an example of a growing trend: to employ the
language of creativity, community and collaboration to give a more caring sheen
to the profit motive. And that's something common to both companies and individuals alike.
Take the example of "Queen of crowdfunding" Amanda Palmer, singer/writer/networker/whatever and all-round "creative". Back
in 2012 Palmer appealed to her fans to help
fund an album. On the face of it this seems fair enough: in a world determined
to get music for free, it seems only reasonable for musicians to monetize in
other ways. Palmer
smashed her target and went on to raise over $1 million from her backers,
releasing her album and setting off on tour. Thanks, community! One thing
though: the million dollars wouldn’t actually go on anything as prosaic as
actually paying guest musicians. It had apparently all gone on “airfare,
mailing costs, and personal debt”. Palmer may have turned community spirit into
her own handy loan repayments, but the musicians invited would be getting paid
in hugs.
“I’ll
feed you beer, hug/high-five you up and down (pick your poison), give you
merch, and thank you mightily,” she chirped on her website as she attempted to
crowdsource a little free labour – or rather artists sufficiently motivated by
community spirit that they were prepared to work for free. Because after all,
isn’t that what artists do these days?
But if we step
back from all the rhapsodizing about caring and sharing, it’s worth remembering
that after a decade of leveraging online peer-to-peer communities, today’s
creative economy is a place of punishing inequality. Crowdfunded or no, most musicians earn a pittance from their recordings. Writer incomes have collapsed to “abject” levels; unpaid e-authors report
tweeting while writing
and rising at dawn to promote themselves on social media before their paid job.
Many creatives find themselves increasingly burned
out by the demands of marketing themselves; one prize-winning author in search of a way to
fund his book recently offered to sell his own blood.
We
should beware words like “community” and “artist owned” when they come up in
business contexts. In our mediated age, they’re the verbal window-dressing of
the moneymaking process – a handy way to airbrush personal gain. That’s how a
private craft beer company can justify making millions from a product part
funded by donors; how Tidal can call itself “a place for connection between
artists and fans” that “promotes the health and sustainability of our art”. The
idea of crowdfunding was that it would unleash the creativity of artists and
innovators; to pay the way for creative work in a world that’s bypassed
paywalls. But spinning business-as-usual as community collaboration? That is creative.