there's so little we can control. Obstacles are around every corner. To be able to get just one little thing right makes me smile.
I love great art, no matter the medium.
there's so little we can control. Obstacles are around every corner. To be able to get just one little thing right makes me smile.
I love great art, no matter the medium.
"I’m tired of hearing about the minimum wage. I really am. I don’t think there’s a mother or father sitting around the kitchen table tonight in America saying, ‘You know, honey, if our son or daughter could just make a higher minimum wage, my God all of our dreams would be realized.’ Is that what parents aspire to?”
I love great art, no matter the medium.
Puff, the Magic Dragon, has been my friend for more than 50 years. It was in the spring of 1959 that I wrote the poem that became the song Puff, the Magic Dragon. I was a freshman at Cornell. I had been at the library at Willard Straight Hall, the Student Union building, and I’d read a sentimental poem about a dragon by Ogden Nash. As I walked down State Street to the apartment of Peter Yarrow – who became the “Peter” of Peter, Paul and Mary, and who set my poem to music – I thought to myself, “I can do better than Ogden Nash’s poem about a dragon.” Maybe I did.
Puff, the Magic Dragon has become part of the folk mythology, not only of Western Europe but of much of the world. The few minutes I put into writing the poem seem to me to be all out of proportion to the benefit I’ve reaped from Puff, the Magic the Dragon or, indeed, the benefit the world has derived from Puff, the Magic Dragon. Puff’s popularity is a phenomenon that I don’t comprehend, because Puff has not been promoted like Mickey Mouse, for example. Puff, the Magic Dragon got to where he is because people like him, not because of any marketing effort – because there has been little of that. I’m hoping that Puff will get turned into a feature film but Puff‘s been in development hell for 20 years (the cave was a better place to be) and I don’t know what chance he has of becoming a movie star.
Puff, the Magic Dragon has been interpreted – usually misinterpreted – time and again by many people. When a work is out there people are free to interpret it any way they want. I think Puff, the Magic Dragon is about a little boy and a dragon. I think there are strong parallels between the story told in the song and Peter Pan. You’ve got Jackie Paper, you’ve got Wendy. You’ve got Honalee, you’ve got Neverland. You’ve got pirates, you’ve got pirates. Puff sadly declines in his cave, which reminds me of Tinker Bell needing to be revived. There are parallel elements, and the theme is similar. Peter Pan is a boy who won’t grow up and, believe me, I don’t blame him. Jackie Paper, though, does grow up and so leaves Puff.
Immediately after the Peter, Paul and Mary’s recording came out in 1962, Dorothy Kilgallen, who was a columnist in a New York newspaper (it might have been the Daily News) wrote a piece saying that Puff, the Magic Dragon was about marijuana, hah-hah-hah-poke-in-the-ribs. When I was home from school as a kid my mom and I would listen to her on the radio. She had a talk show with her husband Dick. I think the show was called Dorothy and Dick and it was on WOR. The first thing I thought when confronted with her newspaper column was disbelief – how could that nice lady say such a thing? The second thing I thought was: What can you expect from a woman without a chin. She had a receding chin. Kind of nonexistent.
When I wrote Puff I didn’t know from marijuana. We’re talking about Cornell in 1958. People were going to hootenannies – they weren’t smoking joints. It was Pete Seeger and “Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore,” not “One Toke Over the Line Sweet Jesus.”
Over the years my feelings about Puff have changed. There was a point when I ignored Puff, the Magic Dragon. That was during the sixties when I distanced myself from the namesake gunship loaded with Gatling guns flown in Vietnam. There were times when I was annoyed with Puff, the Magic Dragon – especially when people kept asked me, “Is Puff a song about marijuana?” They persist to this very day. People often ask me the question, and usually they are sheepish about it. My advice to people is this: If you feel sheepish don’t ask the question. Just be quiet. I’ve even been asked that question in a deposition in a patent infringement case by a Harvard trained lawyer who should have known better. Because he kept me at the law offices at the San Francisco Ferry Terminal past the departure of the last ferry of the day I answered his question this way: “You’ve got a little boy and a raunchy dragon. You figure it out.”
This May will be the fiftieth birthday of Puff, but you might want to count the anniversary from when the record was released in 1963. In any event, here’s to Puff, the Magic Dragon. Puff was my financier. Puff funded my work in electronic stereoscopic displays. Puff, unlike my other investors, never asked for anything back. He never grilled me at a board meeting, he never lectured me about having to make a profit, he never told me that I had to cut out projects I loved. He never ask for subordinated this or that or warrants. He never was greedy or a pain in the ass. He never lied to me or changed the deal at the eleventh hour. He was always respectful. Puff’s been a generous, forgiving and kindly investor – one who has never stopped giving. So thank you, Puff. Thank you, Jackie Paper. And thank you, Honalee. I’m heading your way.
From: Bob Lefsetz <bob@lefsetz.com>
Date: October 21, 2014 at 1:50:38 AM EDT
To: yes@therainbow.com
Subject: My Day At Red Bull
Reply-To: Bob Lefsetz <bob@lefsetz.com>
Have brands trumped bands?
I was wondering this as I walked through Red Bull HQ today. With every seat taken, with young hipsters in front of their computer screens, it's everything the music business was before Napster, when those coasting on CD profits, both replacement and buy one overpriced one to hear one hit track (remember Chumbawamba?) were rolling in dough and thought the good times would last forever.
But they didn't.
Used to be the hippest store on the planet was Tower Records.
Now the retail emporium of choice is the Apple Store. They both feature a buzz, both give you the feeling you're at the epicenter of what's happening. But the profit margins on Apple's gear is far superior.
But Apple is selling tools and the labels sold music. What is Red Bull selling?
Energy drinks.
That's the difference between going to Red Bull's offices and the record company's, no one talks about the product. Then again, they kept telling me the consumable was just a gateway to so much cooler stuff, and they're right.
The most impressive thing I saw today? The gaming studio. Sponsored by Nvidia, able to transmit competitions around the world. The "New York Times" has been talking about "League of Legends" for a week, Red Bull entered the space years ago. Because when it comes to popular culture, there's always a first mover advantage. This is what the music industry lacks. We can't even go social at the show. There's no gamification, no points for buying tickets, the music industry is so bottom line it's like a flophouse, with beds and nothing else.
And then there's their television station. Or Media-something. Everything's got a name at Red Bull, not that I can remember it.
But in this case, Red Bull is trying to take over programming. And it did a good job of this at Lollapalooza and Austin City Limits, where it streamed the performances but not only the performances, they turned it into programming, with hosts and interstitial material, knowing that raw data is neither sexy nor comprehensible, it's what you do with it.
And it takes money to do this, and Red Bull is spending.
That's the dirty little secret of the music business, everyone's tight. You can't get paid what you're owed, never mind get help to promote. Red Bull paid for Skrillex to visualize his show in a loft downtown. Previously, it was only a two-dimensional computer image. But with the company's help, Skrillex could build the props and see what they looked like in real life, because everything's about experimentation, you rarely get it right on the first pass.
And Red Bull is experimenting.
It all comes down to their founder. And I could look up his name, I've forgotten it, but that's just the point. In entertainment, the execs want to be stars, smart businessmen know the product rules. And once this guy noticed action sports heroes using the drink, he signed them up and capitalized on it. Red Bull was in action sports for two decades before they got into music.
That's right, Red Bull is deep into music. They had a first class studio in the back of the building, where they give away time for free. But in return... They feature you in all their programming, in their magazine, they went on to tell me they've got relationships with every club in the world, because they all sell their main product, the energy drink.
And I think it tastes like horse piss. No, I haven't consumed the urine of an equine, but I can't imagine it's much less satisfying. Then again, that's the point, Red Bull is not made for me. It's a club, of young 'uns.
And the company is akin to a cult. The Hotel California. You can come in, but no one leaves. I was stunned that this employee had been there for nine years, another for seven years, before I'd seemingly even heard of the product.
And it makes me wonder, if you're twenty years old today, where do you want to work, at the label or the corporation, Universal or Red Bull?
If you say the label you're a wanker. There's no upward mobility at the label. No risk. Old fart baby boomers have all the control. And the acts are all lower class denizens bending over to get reamed for a few shekels. It's so sad I nearly want no part of it.
But music is the grease in so much of Red Bull's machine. Music is important. It just doesn't trump the brand.
Red Bull doesn't ask for much. It only does deals that benefit both sides. It supports as opposed to dominating. There's not endless signage and branding. It's a twenty first century company. That's right, one that knows consumer relationships are built on trust. And that you're playing a long game.
But I still don't think I could work there. Because there's too much business and too little art. Everyone's pedigreed, this one worked for Microsoft, they're stars in marketing speak. But the soul is in art. But the artists have capitulated.
That's right, I'm here to tell you Red Bull is cooler than almost all music.
Just when I'm down on the company, they load me up with movies that they financed, like the documentary on Shane McConkey, who had more charisma than anybody signed to Sony. They do put their money where their mouth is.
And they kept telling me the goal was to make all their initiatives self-sustaining. Music, gaming, television... To fiddle and fuss and get it right and then dominate. Kind of like Vice in news. But it turns out they're already partners with Vice.
Welcome to the new world, where all the companies speak to each other. Synergy and networking rule.
But they don't in art. Art is singular. Hell, the best work of the best artists doesn't even sound alike. That was the magic of the Beatles, every track was different, we hung on every word. U2 spends five years to imitate themselves badly. The Dr. Luke hit factory resembles well made widgets instead of art. But art requires artists, unique people who are not eager to be members of society, who don't do it to hang out with the tech titans but to express themselves, to speak truth to power.
But those people exited the building when it became cool to do endorsement deals.
And Red Bull's deals are the coolest out there. They ask for little and deliver much. But you're still hooking up with a corporation. It's different for athletes, bodies demonstrate, artists think. You look at the athlete, you see inside the artist.
But who is Rihanna?
Who is Katy Perry?
Is Bono even a musician anymore?
No one's satisfied with being an artist. Because they don't believe there's enough money in it. They don't get that art trumps tech and Red Bull and that's why these entities want to be involved with it.
That's the world we live in.
Yup, about a mile from my house, in a nondescript brick building with no signage, the U.S. headquarters of the world's biggest energy drink are housed. You see you don't have to yell, you don't have to promote yourself when you're doing it right.
And Red Bull is doing it right.
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