Selasa, 04 Desember 2007

Backstage at Grammys with a man in the know


Grammy producer tells all.

By Geoff Boucher
December 5, 2007

"Excuse me, could you turn down the music? I mean, I like Sinatra, but. . . ." The waiter at the Italian restaurant gave the customer, Ken Ehrlich, a puzzled look before shrugging and walking off in search of a volume knob. Even when he's sitting beneath dangling Chianti bottles and eating antipasto in Hollywood, the executive producer of the Grammy Awards still has strong opinions about the way music should reach the public.

Ehrlich is one of the most powerful gatekeepers in the music industry and, with nominations for the 50th Annual Grammy Awards due Thursday, his cellphone will soon be burning up with calls from label executives, managers and sometimes artists themselves, all lobbying, demanding or begging to get a moment in one of the brightest spotlights in the music industry. A sparkling performance on the Grammys not only can yield a commercial windfall, it can shape careers.

The 63-year-old Ehrlich knows the pressure of all that (he is only two years removed from a quadruple heart bypass that he partly assigns to the stress of 27 years of the the Grammy show), and he also feels the weight of the history. That's clear on every page of his just-published backstage memoir, "At the Grammys!: Behind the Scenes at Music's Biggest Night" (Hal Leonard, $29.95), which, despite the breathless title, is like Ehrlich himself -- understated, candid and impatient with those celebrities he deems arrogant or, worse, possessing only flimsy talent.

Take for example his reprinting of a handwritten note from Britney Spears that arrived on the eve of the 2006 show requesting a spot for her as a presenter ("I wanted to write you personally in hopes that you might find a place for me on the show . . ."). Ehrlich was unmoved; a few years earlier, he had been advised that he shouldn't speak directly to the star, only to her manager, and he was still seething. In his book, he reports his response to Spears' overture: "I think we ought to keep the relationship the way it was then."

All of the expected Grammy moments are accounted for in the memoir, among them the bizarre "soy bomb" incident, when a loopy fan with body paint jumped on stage with Bob Dylan at the 1998 show, and the sublime, last-minute performance of "Nessun Dorma" by Aretha Franklin, filling in for an ailing Luciano Pavarotti that same year.

The more interesting stories, though, are the smaller ones that never made it on camera but reveal just as much about the strange physics of the celebrity universe.

For a lesson in jockeying, there's the 1991 Grammys, when Ehrlich dearly wanted to book his old friend and idol Tony Bennett, but the Recording Academy leadership balked until Ehrlich had the idea of pairing Bennett with Harry Connick Jr., who was not far removed from his "When Harry Met Sally . . ." success.

Connick was thrilled with the idea that would have him sing and then introduce Bennett, but then, after everything was set, his manager said Connick would drop out of the show unless the performance order was switched -- the younger singer wanted Bennett to "open for him" and introduce him. Ehrlich fumed, but Bennett agreed.

The story doesn't end there -- Bennett was so sensational in rehearsals that he got a standing ovation from the crew at Radio City Music Hall. Five minutes after that, Connick's people had a change of heart: They didn't want to follow Bennett after all. Ehrlich, with some glee, announced that it was too late. "I had no great desire to please the manager," he writes.

These are not stories Ehrlich expected to be telling the world.

Senin, 03 Desember 2007

BIG PICTURE: Just what is entertainment worth?


Unease hovers over the strike like a black cloud: no one in Hollywood can agree on the value of entertainment.
By Patrick Goldstein, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
December 4, 2007
THE writers strike negotiations disintegrated again last week, with an allegedly "groundbreaking" proposal from the studios dismissed by writers as a massive rollback. With much of Hollywood grinding to a halt and widespread pessimism about how long a strike will last, everyone is asking why the two sides can't find common ground.

There's a simple answer, but it has nothing to do with what's going on -- or more accurately, not going on -- at the negotiating table. On the surface, the impasse revolves around how to divvy up future Internet media revenues. But the real problem is that nobody knows the value of anything anymore. Whether we're reading horror stories about the mortgage meltdown, watching the dollar plummet or gagging on the prices at our neighborhood gas station, we're all stumbling around with a nagging feeling that the value of things has become unmoored.

It's this sense of growing unease that has hovered like a black cloud over the strike negotiations. No one in Hollywood can agree on the value of entertainment.

"It's in the zeitgeist now -- we're at a moment in time where people don't how to value things," says Michael Lynton, chairman of Sony Pictures Entertainment. "Art and media are a reflection of society. And if you no longer have an internal sense of what the dollar or a tank of gas is worth, it's no surprise that you don't know what content on the Internet is worth either. It goes to the heart of why we're at an impasse with the Writers Guild. If no one has a clear understanding of what entertainment is worth, then no one really knows what they're negotiating about."

Everywhere you look in today's culture, there's an uproar over the price structure for entertainment. That's particularly true when it comes to new media. For example, YouTube has driven media companies crazy by letting fans watch free clips from TV shows that studios hope to make huge profits from in various ancillary areas. Are those clips stopping us from watching the shows or are they making us fans of them? If you can't agree on that, you can't agree on their value.

There's a good reason why the WGA negotiations have foundered over Internet revenues. The Web is often described as a disruptive technology, but what it's really done is undermine a long-held consensus over the value of information and entertainment. "It started with downloading music, but now it involves all sorts of things," says TV writer-producer Marshall Herskovitz, co-creator of the Web series "Quarterlife." "People feel, 'If something is in my house, why should I pay for it? It's a private transaction between me and my computer.' People today have a real confusion over why some things are free on the Internet and others aren't."

The music business, which has become something of a canary in the coal mine for worried media conglomerates, has been buffeted by value-of-product clashes for years. The entire record company economic model has crumbled after young music consumers decided, almost overnight, that they preferred sharing downloads on the Internet to buying CDs full of songs they didn't want.

Radiohead released its latest album only on the Internet, allowing fans to decide how much they wanted to pay for it. In a sign of just how little consensus there is today about the value of entertainment, a big chunk of fans downloaded the songs for free while, in the U.S., 40% of the fans paid an average of $8 for it. Even the band's own fans had very different ideas of how much the music was worth.

The concert business is especially full of value-inspired tumult. The top ticket to see Miley Cyrus (star of Disney's "Hannah Montana") this fall had a face value of $63, but a donnybrook broke out when parents discovered that most of the tickets were in the hands of scalpers selling them for up to $3,000. Older fans have been swamping message boards with complaints about sky-high ticket prices for everyone from Neil Young to Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood, whose upcoming tour tickets are going for $250.

No one can agree on a fair price for a concert ticket because market forces have upended the entire price structure. Thanks to the Internet, scalpers are making mass ticket buys through automated computer programs. This day-trader-style speculation has put pop artists, who worry about their images just as much as movie stars do, in a public-relations conundrum. If you keep fans happy with low ticket prices, you empower ticket scalpers, who make millions off your drawing power. If you raise prices to take the air out of the scalper's secondary market, your fans trash you as greedy.

The booming art market has been in a tizzy in recent weeks after a Hugh Grant-owned Andy Warhol portrait of Elizabeth Taylor, expected to sell for as much as $35 million, barely went for $23 million, inspiring commentators to fret about a market collapse. It turns out Grant bought the painting six years ago for $3.6 million, so while all those art insiders were wringing their hands, I was thinking about calling Hugh for tips. But in terms of value, everyone saw the sale in a different light.

Perhaps both sides in the writers strike should start studying the new economic model operating in today's pop music world. If your product has lost its value in one arena -- meaning if no one's buying your CDs anymore -- you can create value in a new arena. That's why Prince gave away millions of copies of his latest CD, because the real money for him was in concert tickets. It's why Beyoncé and Gwen Stefani have launched clothing lines and the fragrance industry is chock-full of perfumes from Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez.

"Successful pop artists represent something to people, so their value is in loaning their persona, their music or their likeness to other marketers," says Ken Hertz, a veteran music industry attorney who represents Beyoncé and the Black Eyed Peas and does strategic marketing with such companies as Hasbro and McDonald's. "That's where the new equity lies. Music is the best way for a marketer to build trust with people. And if you trust them, you're going to buy their product, but the real engine for creating trust is the music."

That's not to say that screenwriters will strike it rich endorsing Dell computers (although "Daily Show" contributor John Hodgman will surely make more money for his appearances in those Mac vs. PC ads than writing books like "The Areas of My Expertise," a hilarious almanac of utterly unreliable information). My point being: No one knows where the real value of writing will come from five years from now. It may still be in residuals from TV and films, but it may be from some new YouTube-style Internet buzz site fueled by outside money from Wall Street or Silicon Valley.

While the WGA and the studios flail away at the negotiating table, snarling at each other like the warrior ice bears in "The Golden Compass," new entrepreneurs from Wall Street and Silicon Valley are entering the fray every day. The studios have been buying up or trying to co-opt many of the new entertainment streams, but the writers have a lot to say about the future, since the Internet is a medium where the word has retained tremendous power.

"We're entering an era where, just as there are 300 cable and satellite TV stations, there will be 300 different economic models for different kinds of entertainment," says veteran film producer Michael Shamberg. "There will always be a primal need for people to tell stories, but no one knows what the price structure for those narratives will be. It's a time of extraordinary experimentation of how to sell things, therefore it's an extraordinary time in terms of what you can sell."

So the writers can count on one key advantage. Even when it's difficult to agree on the value of almost anything, it's not hard to understand that in a business of storytelling, everything starts with the storyteller.

Minggu, 02 Desember 2007

Can You Crank It? Soulja Boy Calls On The UK

image Soulja Boy

Fans are invited to upload videos of themselves 'Cranking da Soulja Boy'.

The best, chosen by Soulja Boy himself, will get to meet (and maybe dance with) the US hip hop sensation at his UK shows in early 2008.

The Official UK Crank That Competition was this week launched at: http://uk.youtube.com/crankthatuk

The release of Soulja Boy's "Crank That", has been moved forward a week to 10 December 2007, due to public demand.

The single entered the top 20 this week on downloads alone and is rated 5-1 by Ladbrokes for the Xmas no.1.