It occurred to me that doing a series on development is kind of redundant. I mean… this whole blog is about development.
This week I wrote about my own fear of success. Skip it if you don’t like my entries that are more journal-like.
Fear of success seems absurd. We’re all trying to succeed all the time, right? Fear of failure seems logical. We don’t want to fail.
I experienced fear of success on the most recent Invincible Czars tour and it didn’t seem absurd. Here’s what happened.
I/we chose to write a score to the silent film Nosferatu after many requests and suggestions from people at our shows. I was reticent even after acquiescing. In my mind, Nosferatu is so very done in the world of silent film accompaniment. Every little art house cinema in a town with a metal band, an community orchestra or an electronica act has had the idea to show Nosferatu at Halloween with live accompaniment. There are tons of new scores for this movie out there. Not only that, the original score has been found and a DVD of the movie featuring it is available now.
But, once I decided to do it, I delved in.
Of course, we decided to do it for Halloween and I spent six months of daily work writing, refining and recording the music, finding venues and dealing with booking and promoting and creating all the materials to do so (flyers, post cards, marketing language, video previews, a band photo) and the merchandise. I didn’t have to do this all alone but I knew I was the lynch pin with all this stuff coming together.
There were a bunch of little successes throughout that process. We made a surprisingly good recording that was done BEFORE the shows for once. We also had killer (ha!) artwork and a tour of nothing but silent movie performances — no rock shows to connect the dots. That was a big success. I’d dreamt of one day doing this and it actually happened!
On the non-music side, I spent many, many hours and days working on our van (Van Halen) this summer. It continued falling apart all the way through the end of the tour. It’s amazing that it we made it anywhere but all those hours paid off. I was able to keep it moving, albeit slowly at times, throughout the tour.
In fact, our engine started misfiring again (after six weeks of smooth sailing) only 3 hours into the tour and we stumbled into Huntsville, TX. At the time I thought, “This day is just a sign of what was to come… ugh.”
Based on the past, we’d made the same amount of merchandise we usually make for a tour – not much. We made a few posters for the first time hoping we’d sell half of them.
We were pleasantly surprised to play for a full house that night and I was shocked that we very nearly sold out of all our t-shirts, sold most of our posters and about half our CDs. We still had 17 more shows to go! gadzooks! We scrambled to get more of everything made and were barely keeping up with demand for the whole rest of the tour.
(Thank you to anyone reading this who bought a t-shirt and let us mail them to you later!)
That day did turn out to be a sign of what was to come but not in the way I’d expected. People were telling their friends and family in other towns to come see us when we were passing through other places. The media actually picked up on it and we were the recommended thing to do that week in nearly every town we played. We beat our record for single-day merchandise sales on this tour!
But I couldn’t get positive about it. Everyone was revelling in our success after a sold out Tuesday night in Pensacola, when I launched into this negative spiral that must surely have confused and confounded my bandmates. The next day, it occurred to me that I was complaining about our success.
Now that’s absurd.
But my fear wasn’t going away. I decided to write down everything that had me feeling scared about a tour that, for once, was doing better than just breaking even on costs. Those fears included:
- This string of full houses is going to end and then everyone’s going to be disappointed and morale will be even worse than if we’d had mediocre shows all along. Just as the others praised me for lucking into these successes, they’ll all turn on me as soon as we have an off night.
- Now the bar’s set higher. Not only does our old standard for a “good” night of merchandise sales suddenly look paltry, but everyone’s going to expect it to be this to be the new norm. When it gets back to the old norm, I’ll be the one to blame.
- This is a lucky one-time success. It’s great that we’re riding this wave for now but I don’t think I can recreate this again and again.
- What if this is as good as it gets and I’ve peaked? Is it all down hill from here?
- I like doing the silent movies but it’s not all that we do. We may be building an audience but it’s just for one aspect of what we do. This movie is the draw, not us. The artwork is better than the music. We’ll never see these faces again.
- I’m not even challenging myself out here. My parts are so easy, I don’t even need to warm up to play them. Am I growing as a player or just plateauing with this?
- The van’s going to die out here and all our resources will be pooled into fixing it just to keep moving. No one will be happy to see their cut of the income go to a van rental company even if we keep on having good attendance.
(Out of all of those, the last one is the only one I should’ve been worried about.)
After I wrote all that stuff down, I realized that I was scared of success. What a weird place to be. Failure, by contrast, didn’t scare me. I’ve dealth with that a lot before and feel confident I can deal with it again. Hell, I already had plan B and plan C ready go. So ready to go in fact it was almost as if I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to put them in action.
This success seemed to me like beating a level of space invaders where the reward is a chance to keep playing the game but now the space invaders are moving faster… and you’re not! There’s an instant where you’re still in disbelief that you cleared that last level as a whole new and more difficult set of space invaders bears down on you. (This reminds me of my own entry about Proving It.)
Six months of work resulted in 18 amazing shows in 17 days. Coming off that is… not brutal but it’s the most difficult “Now What?” I’ve faced in a long, long time. So now I guess get to play space invaders some more. Good thing I like the game.