Sick of the flashcards

Just fucking email me. Pay me to notate my songs. If you want my films to exist, stop harassing me. I don't need support as a writer. I need support to receive funding. People need to say 'despite the bigoted rumours, Amanda is a competent professional and has more than proved that she's able to write and direct a feature film.' 'Amanda is a competent composer with a talent for orchestration and vocal writing' That's how to help my career. Admit you were bigots, and accept me as equal. - Plus you always transcribe/guess incorrectly when second-guessing my music. The rhythms are more complicated than a rock song, and none of you play guitar. In fact, you're almost never able to transcribe them unless I give you the chords. This suggests that you're overestimating your transcription skills, and underestimating the rhythmic and harmonic complexity of my music. - The Sands of Time is an incredibly simple tune. Anyone could sing it. Most jazz or rock players could read the chords on piano. Barbara's quite an accomplished pianist, so she's probably read it. It's fascinating that you - the establishment wankers - couldn't work out the LH chords. Had to write out the chart, and they're still struggling to do it. Why? Because they didn't think I'd use inversions. Thought I was too dumb. While it's impressive that Stephen Clothier transcribes well, and thinks he's all that, ultimately transcribing tunes for Dobbyn is an exercise in transcribing metrically even tunes, with largely diatonic melodies and simple harmonies. It's like when I did The Hand In Mine recently. Just pay me to write mine out. No second-guessing. I'll write it, calmly and under no stress. That's the Māori way: lower stress = fewer mistakes. Ultimately, all decisions of that nature are between me and the MD. They are not between me and my alma mater. They are not between me and people who wish they were up to it. I'm not writing the Sands of Time as notation because I don't need to. I'm able to play the song accurately from the leadsheet. My enemies can't. That's why I haven't notated Shipwrecked. - There's a person in the team called the MD (musical director). Ultimately, it is their job to make a call as to whether the music is good. They're the person who would say if the transcription was iffy. The MD is also the conductor, so they're typically the only person more knowledgeable than the composer on the music team. - Even the title song of Shipwrecked has 4/4 and 6/4, classical chords, and a strange melody that's pitched in Māori tonality. Stephen doesn't play guitar. It's lost on him. Don, who isn't a concert pianist, is easily able to read the songs + chords. I'm sure that Luke could as well. If you can't do it from a leadsheet, then you have no business being in Shipwrecked. - Write out your own music. As I said, nobody gets remote access to my PC while composing. That is the only possible result from the overdose. Nobody gets to hint. Nobody gets to rewrite. Nobody gets to spy. Write your own songs. Imagine how much art music I might have written had the creeps not stalked me. I stopped notating music so that nobody could fuck with the songs. Don't tell me what to do unless it's a real person via email/messenger. Don't tell me to rewrite unless you've already paid for the first draft. If you didn't commission it, you have to pay for alterations as well as licencing it.