Live music being silenced?
The world of music licensing and distribution is pretty complex. So when I read an article about venues scrapping live music because they’re being harassed for licensing fees, I have to resist the urge to leap directly from zen to foaming at the mouth.
The gist of the article is that ASCAP and BMI are becoming aggressive about collecting licensing fees from small venues to the point where a lot of them are simply opting to no longer offer live music. The minimum yearly licensing fee is $650 in order to “be legal” and ensure that the authors of any cover songs performed in your venue are properly compensated ($650 to each company, mind you). That’s either the deal of the century or a deal-breaker, depending on the number of cover songs performed in your venue over the course of a year.
My knee-jerk instinct is to get raving mad at “the man,” aka the corporate music industry. If the trend mentioned in the article continues, there will be far fewer places for the bands I love to get the exposure they so desperately need. When a venue closes to live music, it affects *all performers* who might use the space including indie bands, open mic participants, local singer-songwriters, etc. Regardless of whether they play cover tunes, or whether they themselves hold licenses for their work, they’re being deprived of performance space and potential revenue. That ain’t good, no matter how you look at it.
However, I have too many unanswered questions to feel comfortable unleashing a rant, which is what I sat down fully intending to do. I was picturing something along the lines of a Snidely Whiplash-type dude cackling and saying, “Muahahahaha! We will crush you, indie bands! One way or the other!” But my gut tells me it just isn’t that simple. What I would love is if my musician friends would take some time to comment and help me better understand this issue.
Because let me tell you, if Snidely really is behind the scenes twirling his moustache, I will unleash hell not only in this space, but in every online space that I occupy. (As a trailer for you fans of creative profanity, the words doucheweasels, assclowns and fucktards will be used in abundance).

