Yes, I have it, but only in regards to show business and the media. That's my field, and I'm growing really fucking tired of backseat drivers telling me what I 'should' do, particularly when it's something that they wouldn't do themselves. As for Tell Me, Dear: that was a one-off. I'm not doing any more mock-up tracks. The point is that my songs sound good naked, but also that I know how to arrange. More tracks would only result in one outcome: no Shipwrecked album, only me imitating Grayson Gilmour. I refuse to do that, and that's scared people simply avoiding the important confrontation with the politics that made the music happen, and attempting to commodify it as some pop novelty.
If real musicians have to play on the track, then it means that the politics are of some value. If I do all the tracks myself, then it's being Richard Pearse rather than McLaren.
The ironic thing is that the music industry and the show music people alike absolutely LOVE those songs. They think that those songs are the future, but they refuse to accept the futuristic story that they tell. It's 2030 Shipwrecked or no songs: I've been very plain about that. -
Much like they all tried to chicken out on the goddamn Perfumed Garden.
None of them want my stories; only my music. That's unacceptable.
I'm making sensible business decisions and I'm very sick of any implication that they aren't. I'm simply protecting my intellectual property and demanding a fair hearing of my fucking 2030 musical.
They don't like my ideas; they don't like my politics; they want to curtail my gender identity and expression, and they've openly told me that they hate my guts. It's hardly surprising I enrolled elsewhere and told the pussies that I don't want them in my band.
The remaining options for VUW and Red Scare are as follows: cease and desist. TWOA seem perfectly ok with supporting me while I write that musical, and it's still free. I'm sure there's a range of people who might want to actually play on my album, and I'm confident that it'll really happen the instant that VUW lets it happen without taking credit.
I didn't want to be rude, but grow a pair and email me, NZSM faculty members that stalk me, and let me refuse the MA. I'm studying elsewhere, and I might even learn some music there, as they're considering introducing a taonga pūoro course. Grow a pair and email me, Red Scare, and let me refuse to licence my songs to you.