You don’t write, you don’t call…
I signed up to your mailing list weeks ago. Months even. And I haven’t had a single message from you. Not a thanks for coming to the gig, or a here’s what we’ve been up to — not even a come and buy our record.
I don’t give my email address out lightly. When I sign up to your list, it is in the full anticipation that you are going to communicate with me. I want you to do that. You are the band with the product I am enthusiastic about, and I am the willing consumer standing waiting here with my attention and pocketmoney just sitting idle.
I don’t want a daily running commentary of your life — but I do want you to check in from time to time. Tell me you’re well. Let me know what you’re up to. You might not think it’s anything important, but I like to be kept in the loop. It makes me think you care. It’s all very well you going off and hanging with your fancy music business friends, but just a quick note from time to time is only polite. Maybe send the odd photo or a Christmas card.
We only want what’s best for you, and we don’t want to get in the way or take up your time. We understand that you’re very busy these days and are doing some important things. But do stay in touch — because we care and we’re very proud of you and like to know what you’ve been doing.
And ring your Grandmother, too — okay?