By Ginger | August 11, 2009
I used to like being reclusive. I wanted people to think that I lived in a netherworld of darkened rooms peppered by candlelight and occupied by shady Keith Richards types.
The truth is I wake up and I change a dirty nappy/diaper before I get to urinate. I feed my baby his breakfast and when he’s done I get my coffee. I take him to nursery then I come back fully intending to sleep a few hours, but I hit the Safari option and my email world begins. I research, I reply, I communicate and then I’m on the phone, while I’m running around shops looking for baby cream, clothes that fit a rapidly growing infant and the dinner for this evening, twittering, texting, emailing and being interviewed all the while.
Essentially because I don’t live in a netherworld. I live on the same planet as you do, and judging by the amount of people that recognise me the same neighbourhood, the only difference is that I’m on this side of the deal and you’re on that side of the deal. Without either of us there is no deal.
And this is why communication with fans is so important nowadays.
MTV won’t do the job for you, and rock magazines are read either by people too young to remember a different age or people taking a shit at work.
If you want to be distant from your public then don’t be surprised when your public have suddenly went with a better deal.
You get nothing for nothing in this day and age. It’s tough for everyone. The recession has hit people in the confidence as much as in the pocket. We need to regain that confidence by trust. You trust me, and I trust that you do. I’m a trustworthy guy. If you’ve given me the benefit of the doubt I’m going to honour that by commitment.
I’ll be here tomorrow.
Try the veal.