In May of 1977 a new band exploded onto the music scene, in all it’s spitting, swearing anarchic glory, The Sex Pistols released their single God Save the Queen. After their little boat ride down the Thames they became part of music’s rich historical tradition.
They were fresh, new, the kids loved them, the parents, and the establishment hated them. But wait, have we not seen this before, way back in the 50’s with Teddy Boy’s, Greasers etc. Elvis Presley with his hip swivelling antics, Jerry Lee Lewis, James Dean, the Rebel Without A Cause. Elvis, Elvis, let me be, keep that pelvis far from me.
The Specials in 1977 created their own record label Two Tone, and went on to become a big name in the industry. Then you had the Madchester years, the Hacienda, and Factory Records.
Now I hear you asking what has all this got to do with writing books, well all these had things in common, they bucked the trend of the day, rocked the establishment and made the men in suits worried. All were eventually accepted.
We who self-publish are walking in the footsteps of giants, fighting the aging stuffy machine of traditional publishing who for too long have dictated what books get out there on the shelves. Just like there are rubbish bands/singers out there, so it is with self published books but hey maybe there are people out there who want to read these books and the stories they convey, the reader should be allowed to decide. Yeah, I know the gatekeepers of trad publishing are there to keep out the dross, but where would we be if the gatekeepers had kept out Elvis and all the others who did not pass muster with the gatekeepers of the music world. We don’t live in a time of Fahrenheit 451 where there is resistance to conformity and control of individuals via technology and mass media, or are we?
The established order has to accept self-publishers are not going to go away, like Elvis, and The Sex Pistols we are going to be part of history, immortalised in bytes or on paper. The authors who put out poor quality works will eventually fall by the way-side or learn to colour between the lines. I feel privileged to be among this crowd that are bucking the trend of the day, we are the new Elvis’s, Sex Pistols, Specials, The New Romantic Punk Teddy Boys of the literary world, and we are all too fast to live too young to die.
Just a short and sweet posting this time, until next time, peace, out.