snark

An Ad for VUW came up while I was trying to read the LA Times about the WGA strike. - Here's my snark after the triggering: No series. Not interested in academic music. Fuck off.

That's all I'll ever say on the topic. No way, stop pushing me.

And VUW damn well knows they can't force me, but they wish they could.

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I've said no for well over a year now. That's a sign VUW cannot win me back.

Fuck them. Fuck their arrogance, and fuck them for daring to tell me how to write my songs. 🤬 Newsflash: how many of you can even write vocal music?

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Yes, I like classical music. No, I do not like the people.

I have never liked the people. I am not taking advice from those people.

Fuck them. And Jane, you only have yourself to blame if I'm not keen to help you. Treating me like a retard pissed me off when I was an undergrad, so that's why I'm not keen.

- My ego:

See, the second I got really good, the only thing they could think was 'how did we let her slip through our fingers?' -- maybe it was the years of condescension about musicals and the total lack of financial support.

I still owe $50,000, and no scholarships have been forthcoming. No more study. That's my attitude. 👎

I got good largely without your help. I got good by taking a truckload of drugs and developing good workout routines.

I don't like to repeat myself, which is why my routines change. To use a jazz term, my scale routine was woodshedding, while my new routine is designed around sight-reading. And I don't need an office; that's not essential, and simply put I don't want academic musicians telling me how to write pop songs or the various branches of music that I'm good at and most of them aren't.