Showing posts with label music festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music festival. Show all posts

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Festival 101: So where do I begin?

***FYI/DISCLAIMER: These blogs are for a business plan workshop by which are a reflection of discovery, research findings and conversations with industry and non-industry people about my idea to introduce a music festival that promotes the African American experience, culture, lifestyle and tradition on a global platform in the City of Boston (The Commonwealth of Massachusetts.*** Any and all opinions are a reflection of the blogger and her journey.***


The most challenging part of producing a festival as a first time producer, whether small or large, is where to begin. There are so many components (permits, licensures, venue location, site and safety plans, ticketing, marketing/branding/PR, registration/ticketing systems, security and signage, etc), questions to ask, personnel to hire, politics (City Council members, the Mayor and his staff, etc) and funding (city and foundation grants, corporate sponsors, crowd funding, angel investors) involved in transforming an idea (such as a festival) into a reality.

So where do I begin?

Well, it made sense to check out one of my competitors’ festivals to see how they operate. On Saturday, September 27, I attended the Berklee Beantown Jazz Festival. Despite the gorgeous day, the humidity and the beaming sun that caused everyone to sweat and scram for ice cold bottles of water, attendance was abundant. Three stages, each about a ½ mile away from another to form a respective triangle layout, covered a portion of street and sidewalk with vendors squeezed in between. All attendees could access the festival from any side street parallel to the festival, inside of specific entrances. I found this to be great
 
 
because there were no long lines to wait in. However, a lack of crowd control made me wonder how BBJF kept track on the numbers of attendees, since it’s a free event. I attempted to ask a volunteer at the “Festival Info Booth”, but she would not share the information. This is something to keep in mind, as I plan for revenue and crowd control.

One observation about the food vendors was that each catered to a different race of people, including Caribbean, Mediterranean and American cuisine. People lined up elbow to elbow in anticipation for such delectable trays of herbs and fresh spices, deeply baked in the rice, meats, fish and breads. The line-up of artists was somewhat entertaining, particularly the world-renown, Sheila E, a Grammy nominated singer, drummer, and percussionist who has worked and collaborated with the likes of Prince, Lionel Richie, George Duke,  Gloria Estefan, Jennifer Lopez, and BeyoncĂ©. Her performance was interactive and monumental. As I maneuvered back and forth in between each stage, I found myself attracted to the local live bands. Instantly, I found myself truly proud to be a Bostonian, to be a part of a community of music fans that appreciated the all-encompassing experience of musicianship, live performance and storytelling.
 
More than this, I re-united with friends who I had not seen in years including neighbors, teachers and new people who had heard about me through other community members. This “reunion” was heartfelt and reminded me of the importance of staying in touch and connected with diverse groups of people.

Overall, I enjoyed myself and would attend again.
 
One of the people I reconnected with from BBJF was Justin S., who has his hands in the community, arts, music and nightlife of Boston. He has a great skill in relationship/partnership development. Often I consider him to be a connector type of person, because he believes in the power of building a network of people who are selfless in their efforts to promote social good. He just launched his own business called Outside the Box Agency, by which he intends to change and enhance the environment of opportunities and community building for Black Boston.  In 2013, I pitched my concept idea to him to get his opinion and “buy in” of potentially helping me make this festival, a tangible experience.  This month, Justin has confirmed his time and resource investment in my music festival and has provided a list of names of potential investors and committee members who would be vital to the success of this festival.
 
These individuals (both men and women) represent all aspects of the festival from both a creative and funding perspective, including organizations such as the Boston Cultural Council, Future Boston, The Boston Arts Commission, and handful of minority owned event management companies. Through LinkedIn, I was able to research each individual, explore their interests related to community building, art, and music, and reviewed several articles with their name mentioned. So far, I am impressed by their experience (both professional and volunteer), their accomplishments and their future goals in life and for the company they work for or own. At this time, I am in the process of creating an invitation for a special meeting to be held at the end of this month or early November, where these individuals will be asked to come see a presentation on the festival. Following this meeting, I will develop a schedule of meetings to discuss funding needs, potential community partnerships and corporate sponsorships and identify each person’s role. More importantly, these meetings will help me to determine members’ commitment levels, passions, resources, relationship and synergy. If the relationship and vibe between committee members is not authentic, holistic and progressive, the outcome of the festival will be dismal.

Music festivals are more than just dancing to a different beat or drum.

***FYI/DISCLAIMER: These blogs are for a business plan workshop by which are a reflection of discovery, research findings and conversations with industry and non-industry people about my idea to introduce a music festival that promotes the African American experience, culture, lifestyle and tradition on a global platform in the City of Boston (The Commonwealth of Massachusetts.*** Any and all opinions are a reflection of the blogger and her journey.***

More than what I  see

It is true... I love music... and I love music festivals.

However, I am not the typical attendee who goes through the experience of just seeing my favorite artist, eat some food and take a few out-of-character photos for my Facebook or Instagram. Rather, I attend music festivals for a variety of reasons that most festival-goers are not totally aware of.

I consider the total mind, body and soul experience from the time I receive my ticket in the mail to the time I arrive on the ground, check into my hotel and immerse myself in the culture. One experience I can recall was the 2012 Essence Music Festival in New Orleans, Louisiana. (http://www.essence.com/festival/). As a backstory to consider, Essence Magazine is a digital and print magazine that focuses on African American women with topics aimed at beauty, health, wealth building, fashion, and lifestyle.

Each year during the weekend of July 4th, Essence Magazine produces the Essence Music Festival in Louisiana. This festival is considered to be the "nation's largest annual gathering of African American musical talent [...] bringing more than 400,000 people. The festival is a three-day event, which has cultural celebrations and empowerment seminars with nights of musical performances." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essence_(magazine)#Essence_Music_Festival

With this in mind, my expectations of the value created by Essence Magazine and the marketing and promotion efforts put forth towards the Essence Music Festival were high with anticipation of being empowered as an African American woman, educated as a festival goer and inspired to make change when I return to my own community.

So what happened?
Well, let's say that my experience was truly holistic in a way that I will never forget! When I booked my 3-day weekend pass through Ticketmaster.com, I received a complimentary 12-month subscription to Essence Magazine. The following week, I received my tickets and strategically sat them on my bureau to remind of this golden journey I was about to embark on. Over the coming months, I received my Essence Magazine which featured front and centerfold page spreads about featured national recording artists, guest speakers, seminar topics and fringe events around the city.



But why was I so anxious? The festival took in place in New Orleans... the place where true civil pride and community engagement exists and thrives even through hard times. I admired the soul of the people of NOLA.  In 2002 (pre-Katrina), I had traveled there for a cultural and historical expedition surrounding the journey of Civil Rights activists. I had sample the fresh seafood, witnessed a festive funeral, planted a few trees in a community garden, and traveled down the Mississippi River. For those few days, I felt like a native of New Orleans... I was truly connected to a city unknown to me prior to my arrival.

To travel back to a place that I had adapted as my second home was truly an honor.

When July 4th, 2012 arrived, I filled my iPod with nothing but New Orleans music (jazz, blues and funk), hopped on my plane and traveled on down to NOLA. When we landed, I felt a little nauseated due to the stale smell of water in the air. Apparently, the ghosts of Hurricane Katrina had still lingered throughout the airport, in a way that reminded that the City of New Orleans is still re-building itself. Once, I stepped out of the airport, I was greeted by a local resident, who will we call "Tre'", that was providing hotel shuttle drop offs through a motor coach bus. When I hopped on, I strategically sat in the front seat, where we both asked questions and exchanged answers with one another. Tre' was a medium build, mid-40s, short black man, who had lived in NOLA all his life, even through natural disasters. He expressed his sincere love for the city because to him "there was no other place like New Orleans." For him, the resilience of the people, the legacy of the music and music legends and the lifestyle was unlike no other. The side, half smile on his face convinced me that I made the right choice to attend this festival.

In between jumping off the bus and arriving into the lobby of my hotel, I could smell the aromas of Cajun spice and Nag Champa incense, all while hearing the faint sounds of trumpets, drums and saxophones lingering in the wind. It was official... I had arrived home.