found the artist’s name in the notes and went looking because this slaps (it’s called A Place Where I’ll Dance) and its not even their best song. check this shit out:
As I mentioned, Dropout is not associated with the AMPTP, who negotiates on behalf of the majority of studios and streamers. But truthfully, there’s no such thing as a “struck company.” There are instead “struck contracts” – and not-struck contracts.
We assumed Dropout’s contract - the New Media Agreement for Non-Dramatic Programming - was stuck because it wasn’t specifically on a list of non-struck contracts. After speaking at length with our lawyers and with SAG, turns out that is not the case.
So, Dropout can return to business as usual. And because none of our shows were ever struck, talent can go back to promoting their Dropout appearances. 🎉
SAG’s decisions are in part strategic. Small streamers like us continuing to work while the major streamers cannot gives us a competitive advantage and puts more pressure on them to make a deal. 😎
But make no mistake about it: We continue to support our striking performers and their cause.
- Between Dropout and me personally, we have donated $20,000 to the Entertainment Community Fund.
- If anyone doesn’t feel comfortable working with us or promoting their work during the strike for whatever reason, we respect their decision.
- While we already pay above minimums, we will continue to go above and beyond to reward and protect our performers *and* crew members, and plan to put even more of our money where our mouth is before the end of the year.
Dropout fans, thank you for your support and solidarity during this uncertain time. Keep supporting the Entertainment Community Fund, as well as the pet projects of your favorite creators.
And with that, it’s back to work. ⛏️
Anonymous asked:
Maybe you broke this down already but, is Hubbard a good novelist?
Hubbard was a machine that produced pulp novels at a truly frightening pace, like a battery gun spitting out books. He was able to maintain that pace because he never outlined, edited, revised, or afaik looked at a single one of them once they were “done.”
His contemporaries would tell stories of him sitting at a typewriter and working himself into a frenzy state. The man would type for literal hours on end, sweating profusely, often without breaks.
