I've posted a couple of my nephews bands songs above, just interested in how they could go about getting BBC exposure?
Sounding good mate. A bit like my lads band in style I think, but then I know not much about music he says. On a Saturday night the local beeb stations down here do a show, where for 30 minutes they play something new. I think they simply sent in their first song and waited. I might be wrong, and they do have a local promoter putting them about a bit, so maybe it was him. I will ask for you when he is back tomorrow, they are away gigging tonight. I know that once they were selected they were given notice of date and time. They have built up a bit of a following so let everyone know and they all went on the socials during the show, which went down well at the beeb. This last week they have been on the morning show and the early afternoon show. Great exposure for them and he says they are getting flooded with gig requests. Will find out for you mate
https://www.bbc.co.uk/introducing He has messaged me to say that is the link. All local beeb stations do a show at 8 on a Saturday showcasing local new bands. Good luck to them mate
Go on you tube and listen to the sound track of the film The Tape, actually I really enjoyed the film all shot in Cornwall on the beach.
I'm enjoying "This Town" - back to the 80's music I've now got my record deck setup in the office at home and this is one of the first tracks that I played
There seems to be a few cover versions, on here, and I've always been averse to them. There are a few incredible exceptions like Faith no More , Sunday Morning, and Joe Cocker, Help from my Friends. But occasionally something subtle and understated comes along that makes you really examine the original and appreciate the complexity of the lyrics. This is a Glen Campbell song that's beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. How could someone have written words so clever yet so innocent ... ... absolutely wonderful, please listen to it three times at least. "Through cupped hands, round a tin can, I pretend to hold you to my breast and find ... ... that you're waving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling ever gentle on my mind."