The Juliettes! have a cunning plan.
We've been writing like Stephen King on meth, we've been gigging like fiends. Now we just need a Sugar Daddy or Mama (or hundreds) so knock back a Chivas and open your wallets, my darlings. Then light your cigar and splash on some Chanel #5. It will be totally worth it. This project is sexy as hell.
We are itching - ITCHING to get this album mixed, mastered, pressed and dropped. We want to be able to pay our producer who happens to be one amazing engineer (Death Cab, Frampton, BRAD) - the one who will make us sound so tasty, you will want to lick our songs.
We just need you.
Here's what the moolah will go toward:
~Production ~ Mixing ~ Mastering ~ Graphic Design/CD Artwork ~ Pressing ~ Distribution ~ Promotion ~ Merch Supporting the CD
You know, the usual. And a bargain at that.
Here's what the moolah will *not* go toward:
~Tattoos for our minor children
~Diamonds made from Michael Jackson's hair
~Civil War re-enactment uniforms
Money is the WD40 of our little universe. The space where art and commerce intersect is a very brilliant and compelling. As an incentive for spreading the word about our project, should we reach 150% of goal, all backers will receive a special, secret track and video from our spokesgadget (no, not personalized - but dang that's a great potential special treat).
Thank you for considering our project. We send you a big, cosmic smooch for your time and attention.
Liz, Lissa, Eva and Julie - The Juliettes