Almost Famous
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There I was at the biggest music event of the
year—an event with Beyonce and Christina and Kylie; an event you’ve
probably never heard of. Its name? MIDEM – the “International Music
Market” that draws people from all over the world for one week of
conferences, concerts, and industry mingling. People
throw down major bucks to gain an entrance pass to MIDEM, the place
where Music Technology People launch Music Technology Things, where
European radio conglomerate NRJ hosts its annual music awards, and
where independent musicians and labels suck up to major label CEOs in
the hopes of scoring distribution deals. No,
it’s not the place where Britney kissed Madonna. But they were there,
and I missed them both. In fact, I pretty much missed everything that
is supposed to characterize the MIDEM experience. No long-night
parties, no drunken debauchery with 20-year-old Brit rockers. Let’s
retrace leaden, misplaced steps… I
arrived at Cannes and discovered that the city of glamour and facelifts
was no warmer than Paris, with thunderclouds threatening to outdo
anyone’s star power. But I was in good spirits as I made my way to
MIDEM’s Palais des Festivals, my optimism reinforced by passing MIDEM
badge-toters who all looked appropriately important in suits and sharp
haircuts. I checked in at the
registration booth and snagged my free bag filled with the MIDEM
conference program, free CDs, and throwaway ads. I considered checking
out the schedule of events, but then decided that I wanted no such
program for myself, since I would have plenty of schedules and
deadlines the following day, when my own company would host its own
press conference. Instead I
began to wander throughout the palais which, despite its fancy name,
looked a whole lot more like your basic conference center than any sort
of palace. The hundreds of stands represented different facets of the
music business, from known record labels to copyright societies to
national culture ministries to…the Hip Hop Honeys??? Yes,
here in the midst of deal makers and Serious Looking Stands with
Serious Looking People were the Hip Hop Honeys, a group of naked girls
with breasts the size of Christina Aguilera’s platinum records. “A
lot of people just watch rap videos for the girls that are in them. So
we made a video where the girls—and not the music—are the focus,” said
the Honeys’ representative, who apparently didn’t realize that an
industry porn show might have been the better place than MIDEM for his
product. Meanwhile, 50 meters
away, rock gods Brian Eno and Peter Gabriel made a MIDEM appearance to
discuss their plan to launch a musicians’ union. Oh, and by the way,
they were handing out free MP3 players just to thank you for paying
attention. Did I attend? Did I even know any of this was going on? No,
I was too busy trying to figure out whether the Honeys’ heads had been
shrunk on their promotional banner in order to accommodate their
extraordinarily large, symmetrical assets. “Pretty wild, no?” said a guy next to me, attempting a seductive smile. Nothing like referring to the size of a woman’s breasts to break the ice, right? “I’ve
got to get going,” I said, darting my eyes about the stands to find an
easy out. “I promised to meet some people at the…Estonian booth.” Not
a smooth out, but it worked, and two minutes later I was standing at
the Estonian booth, pretending to be captivated by a description of the
renaissance of Estonian music. I eventually slipped away, claiming I
had a meeting with someone representing Balearic music. Granted,
MIDEM wasn’t a total bust, even if I didn’t find myself rubbing elbows
with big stars. After all, I did get to meet Evander Holyfield (the
U.S. boxer and, apparently, a budding rapper) and an Italian singer who
removes her clothes while singing. I scored lots of free wine, a
“Discover Denmark” bag, and a no-doubt fantastic CD by a group called
“The Butt Feelers.” Other
highlights: I partied at Australian Day with the guy who catapulted
“Who Let the Dogs Out” to such fame that it joined “La Macarena” in the
category of Songs That Never Should Have Been Written. And at my
company’s own press conference, I spotted the Italian composer Franco
Migliacci and heard a few people hum “Volare” as he walked past. What? You’re not impressed? Well we’ll see if you get invited to the Hip Hop Honey’s release party! —After
working as a reporter and translator in New York, Spain, and Portugal,
Jessica Powell moved to Paris to become the editor of an intellectual
property magazine. She spends most of her free time trying to make the
perfect chocolate dessert.
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There I was at the biggest music event of the
year—an event with Beyonce and Christina and Kylie; an event you’ve
probably never heard of. Its name? MIDEM – the “International Music
Market” that draws people from all over the world for one week of
conferences, concerts, and industry mingling.
year—an event with Beyonce and Christina and Kylie; an event you’ve
probably never heard of. Its name? MIDEM – the “International Music
Market” that draws people from all over the world for one week of
conferences, concerts, and industry mingling.
People
throw down major bucks to gain an entrance pass to MIDEM, the place
where Music Technology People launch Music Technology Things, where
European radio conglomerate NRJ hosts its annual music awards, and
where independent musicians and labels suck up to major label CEOs in
the hopes of scoring distribution deals.
throw down major bucks to gain an entrance pass to MIDEM, the place
where Music Technology People launch Music Technology Things, where
European radio conglomerate NRJ hosts its annual music awards, and
where independent musicians and labels suck up to major label CEOs in
the hopes of scoring distribution deals.
No,
it’s not the place where Britney kissed Madonna. But they were there,
and I missed them both. In fact, I pretty much missed everything that
is supposed to characterize the MIDEM experience. No long-night
parties, no drunken debauchery with 20-year-old Brit rockers. Let’s
retrace leaden, misplaced steps…
it’s not the place where Britney kissed Madonna. But they were there,
and I missed them both. In fact, I pretty much missed everything that
is supposed to characterize the MIDEM experience. No long-night
parties, no drunken debauchery with 20-year-old Brit rockers. Let’s
retrace leaden, misplaced steps…
I
arrived at Cannes and discovered that the city of glamour and facelifts
was no warmer than Paris, with thunderclouds threatening to outdo
anyone’s star power. But I was in good spirits as I made my way to
MIDEM’s Palais des Festivals, my optimism reinforced by passing MIDEM
badge-toters who all looked appropriately important in suits and sharp
haircuts.
arrived at Cannes and discovered that the city of glamour and facelifts
was no warmer than Paris, with thunderclouds threatening to outdo
anyone’s star power. But I was in good spirits as I made my way to
MIDEM’s Palais des Festivals, my optimism reinforced by passing MIDEM
badge-toters who all looked appropriately important in suits and sharp
haircuts.
I checked in at the
registration booth and snagged my free bag filled with the MIDEM
conference program, free CDs, and throwaway ads. I considered checking
out the schedule of events, but then decided that I wanted no such
program for myself, since I would have plenty of schedules and
deadlines the following day, when my own company would host its own
press conference.
registration booth and snagged my free bag filled with the MIDEM
conference program, free CDs, and throwaway ads. I considered checking
out the schedule of events, but then decided that I wanted no such
program for myself, since I would have plenty of schedules and
deadlines the following day, when my own company would host its own
press conference.
Instead I
began to wander throughout the palais which, despite its fancy name,
looked a whole lot more like your basic conference center than any sort
of palace. The hundreds of stands represented different facets of the
music business, from known record labels to copyright societies to
national culture ministries to…the Hip Hop Honeys???
began to wander throughout the palais which, despite its fancy name,
looked a whole lot more like your basic conference center than any sort
of palace. The hundreds of stands represented different facets of the
music business, from known record labels to copyright societies to
national culture ministries to…the Hip Hop Honeys???
Yes,
here in the midst of deal makers and Serious Looking Stands with
Serious Looking People were the Hip Hop Honeys, a group of naked girls
with breasts the size of Christina Aguilera’s platinum records.
here in the midst of deal makers and Serious Looking Stands with
Serious Looking People were the Hip Hop Honeys, a group of naked girls
with breasts the size of Christina Aguilera’s platinum records.
“A
lot of people just watch rap videos for the girls that are in them. So
we made a video where the girls—and not the music—are the focus,” said
the Honeys’ representative, who apparently didn’t realize that an
industry porn show might have been the better place than MIDEM for his
product.
lot of people just watch rap videos for the girls that are in them. So
we made a video where the girls—and not the music—are the focus,” said
the Honeys’ representative, who apparently didn’t realize that an
industry porn show might have been the better place than MIDEM for his
product.
Meanwhile, 50 meters
away, rock gods Brian Eno and Peter Gabriel made a MIDEM appearance to
discuss their plan to launch a musicians’ union. Oh, and by the way,
they were handing out free MP3 players just to thank you for paying
attention.
away, rock gods Brian Eno and Peter Gabriel made a MIDEM appearance to
discuss their plan to launch a musicians’ union. Oh, and by the way,
they were handing out free MP3 players just to thank you for paying
attention.
Did I attend? Did I even know any of this was going on?
No,
I was too busy trying to figure out whether the Honeys’ heads had been
shrunk on their promotional banner in order to accommodate their
extraordinarily large, symmetrical assets.
I was too busy trying to figure out whether the Honeys’ heads had been
shrunk on their promotional banner in order to accommodate their
extraordinarily large, symmetrical assets.
“Pretty wild, no?” said a guy next to me, attempting a seductive smile.
Nothing like referring to the size of a woman’s breasts to break the ice, right?
“I’ve
got to get going,” I said, darting my eyes about the stands to find an
easy out. “I promised to meet some people at the…Estonian booth.”
got to get going,” I said, darting my eyes about the stands to find an
easy out. “I promised to meet some people at the…Estonian booth.”
Not
a smooth out, but it worked, and two minutes later I was standing at
the Estonian booth, pretending to be captivated by a description of the
renaissance of Estonian music. I eventually slipped away, claiming I
had a meeting with someone representing Balearic music.
a smooth out, but it worked, and two minutes later I was standing at
the Estonian booth, pretending to be captivated by a description of the
renaissance of Estonian music. I eventually slipped away, claiming I
had a meeting with someone representing Balearic music.
Granted,
MIDEM wasn’t a total bust, even if I didn’t find myself rubbing elbows
with big stars. After all, I did get to meet Evander Holyfield (the
U.S. boxer and, apparently, a budding rapper) and an Italian singer who
removes her clothes while singing. I scored lots of free wine, a
“Discover Denmark” bag, and a no-doubt fantastic CD by a group called
“The Butt Feelers.”
MIDEM wasn’t a total bust, even if I didn’t find myself rubbing elbows
with big stars. After all, I did get to meet Evander Holyfield (the
U.S. boxer and, apparently, a budding rapper) and an Italian singer who
removes her clothes while singing. I scored lots of free wine, a
“Discover Denmark” bag, and a no-doubt fantastic CD by a group called
“The Butt Feelers.”
Other
highlights: I partied at Australian Day with the guy who catapulted
“Who Let the Dogs Out” to such fame that it joined “La Macarena” in the
category of Songs That Never Should Have Been Written. And at my
company’s own press conference, I spotted the Italian composer Franco
Migliacci and heard a few people hum “Volare” as he walked past.
highlights: I partied at Australian Day with the guy who catapulted
“Who Let the Dogs Out” to such fame that it joined “La Macarena” in the
category of Songs That Never Should Have Been Written. And at my
company’s own press conference, I spotted the Italian composer Franco
Migliacci and heard a few people hum “Volare” as he walked past.
What? You’re not impressed?
Well we’ll see if you get invited to the Hip Hop Honey’s release party!
—
After
working as a reporter and translator in New York, Spain, and Portugal,
Jessica Powell moved to Paris to become the editor of an intellectual
property magazine. She spends most of her free time trying to make the
perfect chocolate dessert.
After
working as a reporter and translator in New York, Spain, and Portugal,
Jessica Powell moved to Paris to become the editor of an intellectual
property magazine. She spends most of her free time trying to make the
perfect chocolate dessert.