Very quiet… Sometimes I reminisce about the good old days on the site that Mark started. The constant posts, the group of friends, the general passion for music. But we are in a constant state of change ’cause nothing lasts forever, even cold November Rain.
Hi there, tis I (seachange, seafret etc). Had to re register and it was a bit of a palaver. But lovely to be back. Yes, Jimbo, I used to love it here even though not one of the original gang. Maybe there is something going on that mirrors what is happening with the band? A dissipation of that initial energy, side projects, growing families, expanding awareness. Change is the only constant.
So… how is everyone and are we posting photos of our Christmas dinners?!
here’s an open letter that I hope no-one will actually read – much like i think most open letters are. either writing, whispering quietly or writing very, very loudly.
this place has bought me so much joy but also slightly disillusionment. I am a fan, first and foremost, but given the amount of time and investment, not for my own entertainment, has made me disappointed to be shunted continually, just on the front of something which seems to be so assumed by every other artist i know, worked beside or have worked for. This has been my lifetime of work, this is my field.
I provide a service of professional levels which is actually something I am an alleged real life specialist in. Or, I have done. This stems from a love for the band, but as popularity, venue size and sales grow, it would be so very nice to be treated with a mutual respect. a small amount of thanks. Its quite entertaining for positions which are contracted, paid, list is assumed. Here, not. Even just one. i dare say i’ve almost earnt it. it has been some years.
I realise noone has asked, there is no agreement, but surely the level of independent commitment and care is vague enough to be a helping hand. It’s a little tiring, moreso disappointing. I know we are not friends. But i do provide value. This I know. I have tried.
it’s just been highlighted that now all my belongings are dust and i have no pennies to rub together that i’m left on the side benches on the first leg, and probably all future stints. How it feels to be on the other side! i understand the envy now. Even on the other side, I could see it. It shouldn’t affect things, but maybe it does.
I’ll probably delete this, but hey. Its been on my mind for literal years now, maybe it’ll be at rest now! (or not). thankfully the hay rolls freely here.
I only take up a little of the collapsing space, I better cut this off…
Don’t wanna fuck it up.
best always, love always. congratulations, most sincerely.
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