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What Kind of Noise Are You Making?
Donât get too comfortable. Not yet. Weâve got places to go.
Before we can start discussing what itâs going to take to make your business (and you) a dominator instead of an also-ran, youâre going to need to get a quick, real-world read of where you stand right now and what youâre up against. And I need to show you that the people most important to your professional lifeâlike your customers, prospects, investors, fellow employees, everyone you need on your sideâlikely donât see you the way you hope or believe they do. So weâre going to hit the road and take a short, virtual, eye-opening field trip.
The good news is, I promise this will be fun and way cooler than those god-awful excursions you remember from your school days, becauseâand this is the better newsârather than bouncing along in a yellow bus (see: grumpy driver, buzz-killing chaperones, irritating loudmouths, etc.) weâll be riding two-wheelers. As in motorcycles. As in see? I told you itâll be fun. And by the way, you wonât be riding as my passenger; youâll be on your own bike.
Even if youâve always sworn youâd never ride a motorcycle or believe yourself incapable of it, or you think your mother would kill you if she found out what weâre up to, or even if youâre the worldâs biggest wuss, please play along anyway and live a little. I guarantee nobodyâs going to get hurt and that youâre going to get a huge kick out of your ride, remember it, and benefit from what itâs about to teach you. The same goes for experienced riders. So come on. Letâs go before someone chickens out.
The first partâs supereasy. I want you to imagine, right now, that youâre sitting on an awesome motorcycle. But thereâs a simple rule here: It canât be a Harley-Davidson. (I know. Bummer!) That shouldnât be a problem, though, because there are millions of great bikes out there. Youâre on one of them right now, so relax for a minute and soak it all in. See in your mind the wheels, fenders, gas tank, motor, handlebars, and all those shiny dials and gauges. Pretty cool, no? Now zip up your leather jacket, tighten down your helmetâs chin-strap, and cinch up your glovesâwe ride safe, even on imaginary bikesâbecause this is about to get good. By the way, that leather looks great on you. Seriously.
With your hands on the grips at the ends of the handlebars and both feet flat on the ground, lean your bike just a bit to the right and push back the kickstand with your left foot, as you would on a bicycle. There you go. Itâs way lighter than you thought it would be, isnât it? And supereasy to balance. Now, see that button next to your right hand gripâthe throttleâthat says START? That doesnât need an explanation. Push it. Woo-hoo! Listen to that engine sing! Twist the throttle a few times to savor that powerful, high-pitched howl blasting from your exhaust pipes. Woo-hoo again! Your heartâs racing already and we havenât moved an inch! (Mine is, too. I love this stuff.)
Directly in front of your left foot peg (about where the pedal would be on a bicycle) is a lever; thatâs your gearshift. Push it down and youâll hear a satisfying âka-chunkâ as first gear engages. There it is! Youâre officially pregnant and thereâs no backing out now! Here. We. Go. Twist the throttle a bit to give her some gas, lift your feet onto your foot pegs, and . . . youâre off! Hey, youâre good at this! Now crank the throttle harder and feel that awesome rush of wind in your face as you accelerate, make some wide, looping turns, then race through the gears. This is what itâs all about, baby! And itâs about to get way better.
Follow me now. A quick turn onto this narrow back road will take us into the boonies a bit where we can take this ride up a few notches (and, remember, learn some things about your current competitive situation, in case youâve already forgotten). Letâs see: No traffic whatsoever? Check. Gorgeous canopy of tree limbs over the road? Check. Curvy twists in the road following a stream? Check. Beautiful horse farms and freshly cut hay you can smell as we blast past? Check and double check. I donât need to tell you how great this is because you already know.
Thereâs not an intersection or stop sign in sight, so donât be afraid to open that throttle some more and enjoy the buzz. Go on, amigo, let it rip! Thatâs the way! Youâre really moving now, laughing inside your helmet, feeling your heart working double-time in your chest; soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells; gliding through sweeping turns then onto this long, pool-table-smooth straightaway thatâs stretching out before us. Itâs gut-check time! Catch me if you can! Watch your speedometer climb as you go faster and faster and faster and
STOP!
Dreamâs over (for now). Itâs time to learn.
You have just one second to answer this question: What manufacturerâs name was on the bike you just rode? One thousand one . . . Timeâs up. Oh, come on! You shouldnât have to think about this! But you donât know, do you? Which means you donât need to know.
Hereâs why: Your imaginary bikeâs brand nameâand everything it representsâwasnât important to any part of your riding experience. So you didnât think it through that far. You just know you were riding a great bike that was doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing and having a blast. If I told you that the bike you just rode was a Kawasaki or a Honda, Suzuki, Triumph, Yamaha, or any other famous make, youâd be cool with that, because each of those companies is synonymous with fine motorcycles that nobody would be embarrassed to own.
Since you probably didnât assign your imaginary bike any differentiating visual or tonal cues, you couldnât tell the difference between what you were riding and the gazillions of other equally great bikes youâve seen over your lifetime. Anyone who happened to look up from the sidewalk or heard you zoom past likely didnât know who built the bike you were on, either, because just like you, they canât tell the difference, even at a short distance (trust me, even people who make their living selling motorcycles often canât tell them apart if they canât see the logos on the fuel tanks). And they all sound identical donât they? That high-pitched engine whineââRHEEEEEEEEE!ââthatâs a pleasure to the ears announces clearly, in every language on earth, âMotorcycle!â It just doesnât announce who built it.
Okay. Time for some more fun. Only this time, weâre going to turn the tables a bit and take a quick virtual ride on a Harley (black T-shirt optional). Letâs see if anything changes. Again, throw your leg over, grab the bars, lower yourself into the seat, and check out the accents, gauges, and gadgets. Everything is right where it should be and familiar to you now. So zip up your jacket, lock down that helmet, and cinch those gloves because itâs time to burn some gas. Stand her up, flick the kickstand back, and notice that itâs just as easy to balance between your legs as your prior ride (you thought it would be a lot heavier, didnât you?). Grab your right hand grip, thumb the start button, andâwhoa! Listen to that deep rumbling engine thumping to life! Ba-BOOM-Boom! Ba-BOOM-Boom! Ba-BOOM-Boom! What a completely different sound! She means business, so itâs time to let her loose. VĂĄmonos, muchacho! Follow me!
Kick her into gear, give her some gas, and see what she can do. The combination of that deep, throaty-sounding engine and the wind in your face is completely intoxicating, no? Itâs making you feel powerfulâlike youâve become a different person. Donât deny that!
I know another great road thatâs as amazing as the last one, so letâs get to it. Go ahead, rev that engine and let it roar, just to make sure the folks on the sidewalk know whatâs coming (as if they donât know). Look at them looking at you. Feels good to be noticed, doesnât it? Now imagine your motherâs stunned faceâoh, dear God!âif she happened to look over from her car just now and recognize you. Weâve got places to go, so hammer that throttle and smile as you blast past them and leave them in your dust. Donât be shy, man! See if you can catch me. Bury that throttle, watch your speedometer climb higher and higher, and
STOP! (Sorry.)
Those people on the sidewalk, still-shocked Mom and, likely, anyone else within hearing distance of you and your bike, knew precisely who built your machine without having to think about it. Or even see it. That deep, rumbling noise blasting from those exhaust pipes has been Harleyâs calling card around the world for well over one hundred years. But unlike the noise from all other bike makes that screams, âMotorcycle!â your bikeâs noise has a name attached to it. Everyone recognizes it immediately. Itâs distinct, powerful, memorable, and commands attention. Itâs a noise that makes pictures appear in your mind. Itâs a noise that says, âThis is different than everything else.â
Itâs the noise of a dominator.
And it metaphorically just taught you my greatest lesson about competition. Your business is like one of the bikes you just rode; it makes noise. (The same lesson applies to you personally: You make noise, too.) What kind of noise are you making?
Of course, Iâm not talking about engine noise or any mechanical sounds your company makes while doing whatever it does. Nor am I referring to any sound your business uses, like your ad jingles or any background music that plays on your website or when callers are on hold.
Iâm talking about your real, bankable noise, which is made up in large part by your reputation and everything that word implies. Your noise is what the people most important to you or your businessâcustomers, potential customers, employees, suppliers, investors, media, and people in the communities where you operate, your bossâsay about you. Itâs what precedes you and stays behind after youâve left.
Your noise is also every association, thought, and feeling your important publics have about you and everything they see and hear that reminds them of you and only you. And itâs the pictures that form in their minds when they think about you or hear or see your name mentioned.
Your noise is what makes you different from businessesâand peopleâyouâre competing against who do the same things you do. Itâs what attracts people to you and makes them prefer you over others. Or not. Itâs what pads your bank account or leaves you nervous at the end of the month when the bills come due.
Your noise is either instantly identifiable, memorable, and meaningfully differentiating or itâs the same buzzing drone your competitors are making, leaving you indistinguishable and one of many in a crowd, as with the first bike you rode today that nobody could identify. RHEEEEEEEEE! The bottom line is, your noise determines whether youâre a dominator or a struggling also-ran. You with me so far?
Quick experiment to further prove my point: If you were to tell some friends that you just took a ride on a Honda, theyâd probably light up and say, âHey! Way to go!â But if you told the same friends that you just rode a Harley-Davidson, theyâd react way differently, wouldnât they? As in, âWhoa! You?!â Or, âWhen you getting tattooed?â Because Harley-Davidson means something to everyone, everywhere.
Think about it: despite the obvious fact that Harley-Davidson and its competitors are all manufacturing and selling the same thing and itâs very hard for nonowners, otherwise known as potential customers, to tell one companyâs products apart from the others (especially when their engines arenât running), everyoneâyou, me, and your mom includedâbelieves Harley-Davidson is night-and-day different than everyone else in the market. And we all believe that, even if weâve had no actual experience with motorcycles, based on what weâve heard others say about the company, its products, its dealers, its customers, and its approach to business. Period. You know this despite the fact that you canât recall the last time, if ever, that you saw a Harley ad or some other paid promotional tool. You just know this.
So letâs connect the dots here: do you know how a potential customer views the players in your industry or market, your business included? I do. The same way those people on the street saw you on the non-Harley bike. They knowâeveryone knows, without even having to think about itâthat just as the bike industry is full of great businesses that make, distribute, and sell great but indistinguishable products and/or services, your industry or market is, too. All they know is what they see, hear, expect, and experience from businesses just like yours that go to market and promote themselves and their look-alike products and services the same way their competitors do. Youâre one of many, lost in the crowd. RHEEEEEEE!
When look-alike competitors are all saying and doing the same things, potential customersâand even current onesâcanât tell the players apart and assume they donât need to. You can think of a million examples of this (and if you canât youâve never chosen a plumber . . . Realtor . . . gas station . . . ). Meaning those potential customers would be content to buy from any of them. Which means nondistinguishable competitors typically struggle and, worse, resort to âlow priceâ to generate attention. And we all know that ainât good.
So Iâll ask again, now that weâre on the same page: What kind of noise do you make? Is it attractive and instantly recognized as yours? Or is it a static, droning hum, indistinguishable from sound-alike competitors? What are the most important people in your life saying about you right now? What are they saying about your competitors? Is one of your current customers making beautiful noise for you by telling someone who doesnât know you yet that she should be doing business with you and telling her why? Or are you simply meeting that customerâs base-level expectations, leaving her with nothing to remember and discuss?
As youâre thinking about your competitive environmentâthe businesses and people youâre competing againstâyouâre coming to the realization that youâre all pretty much interchangeable, arenât you? Just imagine how much that dynamic would change if one player in your industry or market (thatâd be you, Sherlock) changed its game to make itself noticeably dissimilar from its competitors, made vocal advocates out of its important publics, and started making a different noise than the others. That competitor would clearly stand out, wouldnât it? And be more successful. And worry less.
You seeâhe said, stepping up onto his soapbox while patriotic-sounding music rises in the backgroundâhereâs the thing about all of this thatâs so frustrating: These days, itâs safe to generalize and say that all businesses, yours of course included, are really quite good at what they do. It takes an amazing amount of talent, creativity, and entrepreneurial drive, to say nothing of Herculean courage and saintlike patience, to run any business anywhere. Itâs not easy! The things we invent, design, create, manufacture, make, bake, sell, construct, service, install, and everything else we doâwhile running at one hundred miles per hour at all timesâin the name of commerce? Itâs astounding what businesspeople are doing, how well theyâre doing it, and how much better theyâre doing it this year than last. Weâve all enjoyed the benefits of this and have learned to expect nothing less.
And look at the backbone of the business world, small businesses. When you see statistics showing that there are twenty-eight million small businesses in the United States alone, that means there are at least that number of leaders possessed of those rare gifts in the last paragraph helming them. And millions more like-minded and talented lieutenants on their leadership teams. Combined, these people are keenly focused on busting their butts to build the kind of work cultures that enable them to do that thing they do well so they can keep their doors open and their phones ringing.
With all of these tremendous positives going for these millions of businesses, though, thereâs one hugely uncomfortable nugget of truth thatâs working against the lionâs share of them (music abruptly stops): They flat-out donât know how to compete. Iâm talking about damn near all of them, from brain surgeons to tree surgeons. From carpenters to accountants to restaurants and to farmers. From booking agents to bookstores. From machine shops to car dealers to repair shops to junkyards.
How else does one explain the utter lack of marketable differentiation between players within industries and markets? Or the fact that pretty much every time we come in contact with a business, weâre satisfied with what we get but remember nothing positive about it? Or canât even remember who we did business with last week and last month? Or the simple U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics stats that tell us that roughly half of the businesses that start this year will be dead within five years and nearly two-thirds will be gone within ten? Or that so many businesses are struggling to survive? And worried about their future? And unable to invest in new growth opportunities?
Iâve learnedâand have yet to meet anyone who can disprove itâthat what separates dominators from also-rans in every facet of every industry in the business world isnât what competitors are producing, providing, and/or selling. Or the methods used to produce, provide, and/or sell them. Or âthe peopleâ (quotes intentional) behind making that happen. No matter how great any of these might be nor how frequently this stuff gets promoted. Nor is it where business gets transacted or the prices being charged.
Dominators crush also-rans because they make the most noise in their market. Which means dominators know how to compete. Which means they:
Make it a business-wide, leadership-driven priority to ensure that they are noticeably different from their competitorsâeven if theyâre all doing the same thing or selling an identical product ...