Filed under: A Bit Of Inspiration, America, Authenticity, Creativity, Culture
Recently I was in NYC and I absolutely loved being back.
There’s many reasons for that, of which one is crazy cities are where I feel I am able to breathe.
I know that’s a bit of an oxymoron given they’re full of pollution and people, but it’s true.
I feel free, alive, engaged and present there.
It’s like oxygen to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Auckland A LOT – much more than some of the other places I’ve lived – but its no comparisson to the busy, demanding, restless and relentless energy of the mega city.
It’s one of the reasons we won’t be here forever and one of the reasons why Shanghai remains my favourite place I’ve ever lived.
A place where anything could happen – and often did.
A place where anything could be seen – and often was.
A place where variety was on every corner – and never stopped.
A place of the good … bad … enthralling and exciting.
How can anyone not get intoxicated by that?
OK, I know not everyone does. For example where I feel the creativity, possibilitiy and energy of the place, they tend to feel the noise, mess and pressure … which is another reason I love the big cities, because it has variety of people, not conformity. And nothing kinda captured this than the cars I saw on the streets of Soho.





Look at that …
From shiny status to crafted shitbox. And Tesla truck wankers.
Yet they not all seemed to fit perfectly into the environment, they were also all perfectly accepted.
And that’s part of what I love … that the paradox creates the energy to enable new possibilities.
Something to compare and compete against. Revealing and opening doors that would otherwise stay hidden or closed.
It’s why I find creativity becomes a true force when it has something to push or fight against.
Something that demands it to elevate its game … and push against rules and conformity.
Rebellious inspiration, so to speak.
Because while creativity has no limits, it seems to go to more interesting places when it’s provoked by the fear of complicity, conformity or routine.
Maybe that’s something companies – and cities – could do with embracing a bit more.
Because while comfort and consistency is nice, the unknown and unexpected don’t just keep things moving … they make sure you never take confront and consistency for granted.
Filed under: A Bit Of Inspiration, Attitude & Aptitude, Childhood, My Childhood, Queen
I appreciate this is the 2nd Queen post in recent weeks, but it’s my blog so you’ll just have to deal with it. Besides, it would have been Freddie’s 78th birthday yesterday, so it’s kind of respectful. However, to make things have less of a bitter taste in your mouth, maybe you’ll like the fact this is more about how they’ve just [kinda] broken my heart rather than me waxing lyrical about their musical genius. Or something.
Now while I appreciate anything Queen produced post-1984 was generally pants – even I can admit that – everything leading up to that point was, at least for me, was a musical adventure.
It is no exaggeration to say that Queen have impacted my life in many ways.
From giving me some of my greatest childhood memories following their tours around the world through to inspiring me to want to play the guitar.
So while all of that has cost me a fucking fortune in terms of money and time, I don’t regret it at all. Hell, I’ve even enjoyed seeing the ‘tribute’ version of the band – featuring the admittedly incredible Adam Lambert – in Shanghai, LA and London. So it’s fair to say, I’m still a fan.
That said, Queen stopped being Queen even before Freddie died.
As I point out above, after 1984 – bar their Live Aid appearance – they changed from musicians and rockstars to entertainers – chasing popularity rather than attracting it. And while it could be argued they have been very successful in doing that – given they’ve made more money in the years since Freddie died (1991) than they did with all their earnings between 1973-1984 put together – the reality is that’s more to do with amazing ‘brand management’ than musical integrity.
But to have a band still have an active role and position in culture – 30 years after their singer died – is extraordinary, which is a big reason why SONY have just paid them over ONE BILLION POUNDS for the rights to their music.
And while I am happy for the band – especially as it reinforces the sustainable commercial value of creativity at a time where everyone seems to want to knock it down – I saw something that made me really sad. And it was this.

The bit that got me most was the line: ‘Legally Queen has split up’.
Of course, in terms of the band, that happened a long time ago, seeing the legal entity end has affected me far more than I ever imagined it would.
The finality.
The certainty.
The definitiveness.
While Freddie had gone, there was something comforting that John was still involved in the business of the band, even though he had retired from the band. But now there’s no reason for them to stay connected. And while I am sure John will be happy with that given he loves his reclusiveness, for the fans it is undeniable proof it’s over.
Done.
Finito.
And yes, we still will have the music. And the memories. And maybe … occasionally … the odd concert featuring a ‘version’ of the band. But while I criticise Queen’s output post-1984/85, I still hate it’s officially done. Because with that single piece of paper, I am forced to realise so is a part of my connection to my youth and history.
They say we shouldn’t be sad it’s over, but be glad it happened.
I get that.
I also get I’m a 54 year old man and it has been over for 30 years … so I should stop being so fucking melodramatic.
But I still feel glum … even though it does reminds me of some valuable lessons for marketing.
1. Artist management knows how to build brands better than 99% of marketing practices.
2. Companies may control brands, but they don’t own them. Fans do.
3. The law is more powerful than media budgets, channels and legacy.
So thank you Roger, Brian, John and Freddie.
It’s been epic.
Filed under: Collaboration, Complicity, Consultants, Corporate Evil, Creativity, Culture, Customer Service, Egovertising, Empathy, Management, Perspective, Professionalism, Relationships, Relevance, Reputation, Resonance, Respect

A few weeks ago, I told a private client I wasn’t going to work with them any more.
We hadn’t worked together very long, but while their team were great, this person wasn’t.
The basic issue was they thought they were paying me to be their servant.
Or more precisely, subservient.
It became very obvious very soon that they thought my job was to:
Agree with what they say.
Do whatever they want or demand.
Be quiet when stupid decisions were being made.
In essence, they thought they were God but unfortunately, I’m an atheist.
So I politely told them I wasn’t the person they needed right now and I wish them the best.
Before I go any further, I totally appreciate the privilege I have being able to do this, but this was never going to work.
They didn’t take it very well and wanted me to spell out why I was walking away.
So I calmly explained that for someone who had failed many times in an area where I had a lot of experience and success – they did not want to acknowledge, discuss or change any element of their approach which was objectively, flawed.
On one level I understood why.
This was their company and so to admit failure would mean having to admit they had failed. Or at least been complicit in it. And that’s hard. No one wants to do that. But I wasn’t doing it to make them feel bad, it was – as is always the case – because I wanted to win better.
Now the reality is for them to act this way towards me meant they had acted this way to others before me … and maybe that’s what this point they started to get pretty rude and personal. Given they were wealthy, they were probably used to getting their own way with companies who are fine with being paid well for complicity.
Now I am no Saint, far from it. I’ve made a cavalcade of bad choices and decisions over my time, which is why I won’t judge anyone who chose to accept their expectations – even if I do feel for whoever was told by their bosses to accept their shit – but, to paraphrase Meatloaf, I will do anything for great, I won’t do that.
No no no no no no no.
As I said, I completely get the privilege of being able to have this attitude.
In many ways, its the very definition of privilege on a multitude of levels.
And while I can’t defend that, for what it’s worth it’s one that has taken years to form – of which becoming a Dad has been a major factor – but I am at a point in my life where valuing my sanity, health, self-respect and whatever reputation I have, is worth more than any of their money.
Which, for me, is maybe a sign of success that I can genuinely feel proud of achieving.
I hope everyone gets the chance to do this.
Not just because of how good it feels, but because everything would be so much better with more honesty rather than ‘commercial harmony’.
[And yes, I know I’m living in delusional land, but it’s nice to dream]
Filed under: A Bit Of Inspiration, Advertising, Agency Culture, Attitude & Aptitude, Brand, Brand Suicide, Communication Strategy, Complicity, Confidence, Content, Context, Craft, Crap Marketing Ideas From History!, Creative Development, Creativity, Culture, Design
A few weeks ago, I went on a trip where the people I was going to meet, had sent a car to pick me up.
If this wasn’t flashy enough, it was a Mercedes. With a driver who wore a fucking cap … and it wasn’t even a German Policeman.
As I sat in the plush leather seats, I couldn’t help but notice one thing.
This.

Brown.
Brown on brown.
Brown on brown. On brown.
It was as if the design team were a bunch of perverts who loved sewer porn. Or something.
And I have to say, I found it pretty off-putting. Well, when I say off-putting, I mean distracting … because I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Wondering why anyone would do this.
Because it wasn’t just 50 shades of brown, it was also made up of multiple materials of brown.
Leather.
Wood.
Plastic … often disguised to look like leather. And wood.
What the actual fuck?
I tell you something, when you’re literally cocooned in a car of poo, the last thing you want to do is drink the bottle of water they kindly put our for me.
At the time, I tweeted out a picture of the car and said:
“Mercedes really like brown. Though no doubt in the brochure it was called, ‘decadent dark chocolate’. 💩”
To which someone tweeted back that the official colour was, ‘Macchiato Beige’
MACCHIATO BEIGE!
BEIGE!!!
Jesus Christ … if associating with brown is alarmingly questionable, then surely associating yourself with beige is even worse?
Who the hell decided that???
I’m as confused by that as I am the people who actively chose to spend multiple tens of thousands of dollars on having it as an option.
But then history is littered with companies being able to embrace terrible decisions as long as someone has given them a reason to ignore reality.
Years ago, Bloomberg Businessweek asked me to write something for them.
One of the things I wrote about was UPS and their choice of ‘corporate brown’.
At the time I said, “if I had millions to spend, I don’t know if I’d be using it to associate with the contents of a dirty nappy.”
[Otis was approaching his 2nd birthday, so that was relevant to me rather than an attempt to be controversial]
While I appreciate the role colour has in branding – even though the way many use it. think about it and talk about it is utter bollocks – I still don’t really understand how any organisation could decide ‘brown’ in their shade.
In fact the only reason I imagine that can happen is when they hire a consultant firm and they tell them, “brown is a white space for your category, so by owning brown, you differentiate yourself from competitors”.
Which highlights five major considerations for brands:
1. When you allow ‘white space’ to define your strategic decisions, you’re ultimately seeding control to your competitors, not your truth.
2. The quest for differentiation only counts if it offers something of value, not just is different.
3. Without creativity and meaning, your ‘brand asset’ is a conformity drain.
4. Job title doesn’t equate to being smart.
5. Honesty trumps harmony … at least with companies who don’t have god complexes.



