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Amanda Palmer: „I’m tired of sucking corporate dick“

Von    |   21. April 2009   |   5 Kommentare

Amanda Palmer hat eine Kampage der anderen Art gestartet: Sie will weg von ihrem Label Roadrunner Records, so schnell wie möglich.

Dazu hat sie einen Song geschrieben und sich in einem offenen Brief an die Öffentlichkeit gewendet, denn sie will so schnell wie möglich entlassen werden. Eigentlich ein Anachronismus. Der Hauptgrund: Roadrunner Records kann nichts mit Twitter anfangen. Na ja, das ist jetzt wohl etwas zugespitzt, aber eigentlich sollte sich die Dame ja glücklich schätzen.

„Please drop me, what do I have to do, I’m tired of sucking corporate dick. You don’t get me, you won’t let me continue my career in peace and it’s making me sad. Too late now to fix this fucking mess, so please just let me go, I swear: You won’t miss me, you don’t love me, I’m not making you any money, plus you still have Slipknot, and Annihilator and Machine Head, and Cradle of Filth, and Megadeth and 3 Inches of Blood and Life of Agony and Mutini Within and Hatebreed and Killswitch Engage and Nickelback.“

Damit liess es Amanda Palmer aber nicht behaften. Sie wandte sich zusätzlich mit einem offenen Brief an die Öffentlichkeit:

From Amanda Palmer and Bob Lefsetz
From: Amanda Palmer
Subject: re-Please Drop Memy label-dropping game has become very fun. please pray for me.

it’s a lesson in how the future of music is working – fans are literally (and i mean that….literally) lining up at the signing table after shows and HANDING me cash, saying “thank you”.

i had to EXPLAIN to the so-called “head of digital media” of roadrunner australia WHAT TWITTER WAS. and his brush-off that “it hasn’t caught on here yet” was ABSURD because the next day i twittered that i was doing an impromptu gathering in a public park and 12 hours later, 150 underage fans – who couldn’t attend the show – showed up to get their records signed.

no manager knew! i didn’t even warn or tell her! no agents! no security! no venue! we were in a fucking public park! life is becoming awesome.

also interesting: i brought a troupe of back-up actors/dancers on the tour (we were only playing 300-1000 seaters) and had no money to pay them, so we passed the hat into the crowd every night. each performer walked from each show with about $200 in cash. the fans TOOK CARE OF THEM. they brought us dinner every night, gave us places to sleep. (i couldn’t afford to put up that many people in hotels).

all sans label, all using email and twitter. the fans followed the adventure. they LOVED HELPING.

the times they are a-changing fucking dramatically, when pong-twittering with trent reznor means way more to your fan-base/business than whether or not the record is in fucking stores (and in my case, it ain’t in fucking stores).

twitter is EVERYTHING that you explain in your rants: it is a MAINLINE insta-connection with the fans. there is ZERO middleman.

my fans hung out with me all day on twitter today while i unpacked weird tour shit, fan art, gifts and paraphernalia that usually just ends up in my closet or in the trash and took pictures of it for them.