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.