How long is a ball of string? It’s always something going through my head when around experienced creative types with proven track records and being challenged to think differently. Come up with ideas. It forces one to be at the top of their game. It’s not the time to play a hand with Jack high and pray to hell it’s high enough.
It happened last weekend in Sentosa at a Think Tank session comprising a couple of people in music, a few from technology, others in marketing aka “social media”, and sports and sponsorship marketing and management. No HR people needed. No need for those who have a new idea every nanu second and hope something sticks.
Let’s try to make some sense out of all this. Or at least find solutions. We know the problems. One major problem: Unless a (Sir) Lucian Grange, or a Simon Cowell, Jimmy Iovine, Jay-Z, perhaps Daniel Ek- or any of the other big Poohbahs in the music business- and those established artists who were complete unknowns with no direction of home until plucked from obscurity by those with the intuitive A&R skills to hear something special in their music, many very good artists fell through the cracks. Or else didn’t become as big as they should have.The band Low Millions come to mind. And Athlete. Starsailor. Placebo. Moriarty.
Thought I saw George Lucas sitting at the bar But a good red can make one Go a little too far About romance and love and Que Sera Sera About what maybe can bring us together again And a different looking wishing star
Some make it through the rain, some fall by the wayside. A few make comebacks for whatever reason. A sync deal for Pringles. Included in a movie. Or television series. Or have always been there. But in the Lost And Found of one’s mind. Words that can’t be deleted.
A song about the one who got away. The one you let get away. Slipped through your fingers. Butter fingers. The one who wore your ring.
That song that meant everything about another time. And which suddenly is more relevant today.
It’s not always about finding new talent. It’s often about going back in time and revisiting that back catalogue.
It’s like being Indiana Jones. It’s about rediscovering those gems lying there dormant. All the great music that’s still relevant. Often in a different class. With legendary back stories. But unknown to at least two generations of music fans. It’s all about embarking on a wonderful journey of discovery. Making up for lost time. And lost musical notes. It’s reviving that Indie spirit.
It’s a little reminiscent of Hansen and when “MMMbop” first hit the public consciousness. Young was being sold to especially pre pubescent girls. Not by a solo act. By a pop group- three brothers in fact- who could really play. They still can. But time and age often change everything.
A few years after Hansen came all those young Disney acts riding on the success of High School Musical. Yeah.
One can’t categorise Jennifer Palor. She sings songs. All types of songs. But what makes her special is that she interprets them in her own style. And what’s her style? It cannot be defined. It’s what makes her unique and the most in-demand songstress in Hong Kong. She’s also no pushover.
There’s the onstage Jennifer Palor. And there’s the extremely professional singer who doesn’t suffer fools gladly. She can easily handle not just being a female in an often male dominated industry, but taking control and winning the respect of everyone. She’s no one’s fool. She’s her person. She also knows how to have fun. And win.