The Jazz of Social Media

Coltrane Blows

Coltrane Speaks

I came across a good article in AdWeek about how and why social media differs from the broadcast mindset. In the article, Paul Gunning explains that while companies are rushing ahead into social media as the next-best-shiny-new-way-to-build-their-brand strategy, they haven’t yet crossed the reality chasm. Gunning describes this headlong blind rush into social media as “techno-ecstasy” — which I define as the love of being in love with social media.

The phenomenon is musical, really.

The problem is that while traditional marketers and MBAs and HR folk understand what it feels like to “broadcast their message,” they don’t know what it feels like to “jam,” to play with micromarkets in an already-in-progress composition, an evolving melody, on the market’s own stage, in the customer’s own house.

You see, Marketing 1.0 had charts.

Social Media is improvisational.

It really comes down to that.

It’s a struggle for classical marketers to feel comfortable playing social media jazz, because engaging with your market can feel REALLY uncomfortable. You can get dirty. It doesn’t always sound right. You have to Let Go. You can be misinterpreted. You don’t always look good. You can’t control the flow.

On the social web, clams are a given. How you respond, what you make of those mistakes and conflicts, and how you RECOVER determines how you build loyalty, a following, and long-term trust.

You can hear things you don’t want to hear when you decide to join this unending song of conversation.

You can be asked to change things you can’t change. You can be upstaged by the competition, who is allowed to walk right in with their snazzy new thingamajig and tell the same people you’ve been talking to why their thingamajig is better. And they may be wrong, or they may be right, but you may be having a conversation that you CERTAINLY wouldn’t have paid $4,000 to see spread across a full page ad for all the world to see. You might in fact pay double that, if you could, for them NOT to see it.

But you’re having that conversation because you showed up.

According to Gunning, there are some surefire questions you can ask to find out if you’ve been afflicted with techno-ecstasy:

1. Am I focused on using the social realm to listen to and learn more about my consumers, or am I more focused on executing a fan page?

2. How much participation is required to make a difference on my brand? Does adding 4,600 “friends” have any impact on this goal? Is this scalable to the level I need?

3. Has my company trained CSR, legal, HR and sales on our social-media strategy, or has only the marcom department received a social-media 101 session?

I’d add a thing or two here, related to whether a company is ready to play in the social media arena, or whether they should stick to classical marketing in rehearsal rooms a little while longer. Ask yourself:

1. Have I been shedding long enough to understand my sound, my self, my capabilities, what I bring to the scene — or am I trying to pose so that I don’t miss out?

2. Have I really studied the early and fundamental material of this era of change - Have I read Cluetrain, looked back at blog archives from the turn of the century, so that I understand the foundation of this art form before I step up to the mic myself?

3. Am I committed to finishing what I start, to staying in this relationship - group - collaboration - with my customers and colleagues and competitors over the long haul? Can I agree from the start not to pack up and go home early?

Like the business of music, Social Media is not glamorous, except for the fortunate few.

Sure, you have your viral video successes.  You have your “OH i WISH that would have been MY company” campaigns. And you have “OH i’m GLAD that wasn’t MY company” disasters.

But if and when you decide it’s time to add to the collective knowledge and shared fun, to the stunning composition of what’s possible, there is one thing for certain: you will be changed.

More Flawed Research: “Turn To” vs “The Because Effect”

The problem with the research discussed here, which posits that social media doesn’t drive sales, even though companies using social sites (i.e. participating on the Internet’s many social intranets) say that activity DOES drive revenue, is that they’re asking the wrong question: “What proportion of social media users TURN TO social media when making purchasing decisions?”

A lil book called Gonzo Marketing explained how the internets sort of work way back some years ago. People don’t ‘turn to’ social media. People participate and aggregate within social spaces. We don’t use social media like the new yellow pages. We don’t look up gas grills on facebook or twitter like we’re looking at the walmart flyer or even auctions on ebay.

The point is: There’s no turning.

There’s only you’re here or you’re absent. There’s only you’re talking or your silent. You’re listening or you’re tuned out.

There’s no turning. There’s only I believe her because I know her. There’s only look at what she and Dave took to the park last week for the kids to play with and ROTFL - I gotta have that.

There’s no turning. There’s only I have cried with you, laughed with you, gone down in flames with you because I believe in you.

There’s no turning. There’s only we share the same obsessions about the same places and I have the jpegs to prove it meet me on flickr.

There’s no turning. There’s I can’t believe we started blogging when your kid was 11 and she’s out of college now and has your car.

Tweeting is not turning.

Blogging is not turning.

Facebook is not turning.

They are relationships.

Doc Searls said it best first in the days of yore about blogging: “You don’t make money from blogging, you make money because of blogging.” Relationships develop, a web of connections, a foundation of trust — all of those things become seamless, inherent, endemic.

It is, as JP Rangaswami calls it, “The Because Effect.”

When something that was originally scarce starts becoming abundant, something strange happens. You find that you start making money because of that thing rather than with that thing. That’s the Because Effect.

So you see, there is no turning.

But there is being here.

Or not.

News Flash: Men Follow Men (oh and so do women) on Twitter

New Harvard Research suggests a Man of Twitter (MOT) is almost twice as likely to follow another MOT than a Woman of Twitter (WOT).

And in other news, Hell is still HOT.

The NEWS to me is that Harvard finds this trend stunning:

These results are stunning given what previous research has found in the context of online social networks i. On a typical online social network, most of the activity is focused around women - men follow content produced by women they do and do not know, and women follow content produced by women they know. Generally, men receive comparatively little attention from other men or from women. We wonder to what extent this pattern of results arises because men and women find the content produced by other men on Twitter more compelling than on a typical social network, and men find the content produced by women less compelling (because of a lack of photo sharing, detailed biographies, etc.).

Huh? Remember the pre-historic era of blogrolls? Remember the echo chamber? Remember Aggregators and top feeds? Remember Techmeme? Twitter is not a new Internet, it’s just a new node with the same tendencies and hierarchies (and patriarchies) replicated in 140 characters. I really don’t GET the assumption that men usually follow/read/link-to women, and that women do the same. It’s just not true. Not online, not offline, not never.

An interesting fact to me is the sheer velocity of popularity on twitter, and how ACTIVITY (not content) may be what drives follows:

Specifically, the top 10% of prolific Twitter users accounted for over 90% of tweets.

That may mean that tweeting OBNOXIOUSLY OFTEN gets you somewhere on Twitter. But then, I think we already knew that.

the WB and mommy blogging and also Detroit

also posted over at allied

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Kelly at Kdidddy has a great recap of her recent trip to the (former) motor city, the glory, the tragedy, the vinyl, the husband, the house music, the to be continued, and the pictures.

OH and the writing. I’ve been reading way more ‘mommybloggers/parenting bloggers’ than usual recently because of a project I’m working on, and I’ve made an amazing discovery: lots of these people are writing their asses off. Writing WELL, I mean. Great story tellers. I can’t avert my eyes kind of story tellers.

What did I expect? I mean, I WAS an early mommyblogger before mommyblogging had a name, although the name itself isn’t one I would have self-selected because the term is a market segment, and I frequently avoid being segmented. I’ve spent so much in therapy dollars trying to integrate, after all.

So Kelly is one of these Really Good Writers Who Also Happens to Be A Mom (that’s my new proposed term for mommy bloggers by the way: RGWWAHTBAM. Deal with it.). However, she mentions not being able to write so much on her blog these days, a malady with which I’ve become (believe me I’ve read your emails) all too familiar.

That’s why it was great to read her Detroit post, which inspired me to post here YET AGAIN (nearing a record for the year).

As for the post itself, I cry when I think of Detroit. Really. Of all it was, is, and represents. It makes me think of the middle class genocide remark made by the ‘markets’ expert guy a couple of posts down. wtf. no really.

We have adam lamberts and chris whats his faces and legions of others who eat fresh meat of the love-art-industry of American music built in a city that has been desimated.

Accidental? Maybe not.

ADAM! ADAM! ADAM! really. white people. don’t get me started.

ANYWHOO this post was supposed to be about the writer’s block that Kelly is currently toying with deciding she has.

I know. I do know. I’ve been calling it menopause, but have also been waiting on hormone test results which will probably show I have years left of fertility and in fact actually have Mad Cow Disease.

But something is amiss - it’s not easy to write - it’s not as cathartic - it doesn’t seem necessary. SO many words and pixels flood the net. Lots of times I feel like I’m doing a disservice to add more.

NONETHELESS I just added some more, and thanks, Kelly, for the inspiration.

zomgz guess who made the atlanta women in social media lizt!?

Thanks to Toby at Diva Marketing for including me in the who’s who of Atlanta-based social media consultants. Toby got to wondering where the women were and decided to answer the question herself. Of course, if I had made the list, she’d be at the top!

It’s been 2,033,911 Internet years since I made a list, so I’m stoked. Guess blogging isn’t dead after all! (cough)

Everyone Using The Google

I’ve had three experiences in the past week where normal people have talked to me about my online writing. By normal, I mean people that use the Internet, not people who write the Internet. In other words, not you people. Not the twittersphere or blogsphere regulars, but rather regular people who googled me.

OH I forgot to mention - they said nice things!

It was kind of freaky (guess what category THIS post is going in!) because I’m used to my meatspace (yeah, i hate the word too, but just go with me here) life invading my blogging time, but I’m not used to my blogging life interrupting my meatspace experience.

I think that means something. Something’s going on here with critical mass. Besides the Oprah-Twitter effect, I mean. And I have no clue what.

Nonetheless, Thanks for all the fish!

Menopause Poster Woman

Listen up. You all knew me across the blogs back in 01. I was 39. Now I’m approaching 50 - I’ll be 47 in June. Sure, it may be 8 years of blogging to you, but it’s two decades in brain-hormone-wtf-happened-to-me time. I think it’s menopause, and I’ll know for sure exactly how much or how little menopause, because I got a goodly amount of blood drawn today that will tell me exactly how fertile, infertile, feeble, and freaked out I am.

If my suspicion is confirmed, and the reason I have absolutely no memory, less patience, and the ability to confound my child with babble even I don’t understand, is given a name, I promise you this: I will blog my way through it. The good, the bad, and the hormonal. The shame, the aimless singing of single lines from songs no one knows, the searching for the thing I forgot three seconds after I searched of it three seconds ago. All of it.

I aim to be the Dooce of menopause, baby.

You can’t take it with you, so you might as well blog it.

Delete Me

So hey, this is Chris tellin ya about a few things. Nuke this post after reading.

First, this is the WP Framework theme. Check your “Appearance” tab for more info. It’s dirt simple, but customizable to give you anything you may need. It’s one possibility.

Second, I made a new header graphic, and more important, actually got it to work. See whatcha think. This should be portable to some other templates, but not all.

madcon-begginThird, just to see what it looks like in this theme, here’s a vidcap of the supercool blaxploitation poster from the Madcon song, Beggin — it’s a long story involving an extremely slick Adidas ad on Hulu; don’t ask. btw, I tried to do this using the WYSIWYG interface and it locked up the screen. Hopefully, this is a Safari thing, and won’t affect you if you’re using Firefox, but better check it. If the Upload/Insert image dialog thing doesn’t work, you’re gonna want a new theme template.

Fourth, I made you a new login so you’ll actually have a NAME on your posts (see my email). Also, upload a photo of yourself into your User profile.

Fifth… I forget. Oh… yeah, now I remember: you might want to get rid of this new “freaky_deaky” category I just created and learn how to add some new ones of your own. “Uncategorized” just so sucks.

And don’t forget to check the comment on this post. (see above)

so, like, if you don’t pay your hosting bill…

they delete your blog and your account. who knew? where’s my blog bailout?

guess i gotta start again, again.