We’re all waiting…..
today. My November royalties payment from Australia has arrived. The best thing about it is that it’s more than the rest of the year combined. Yes, I’m going to have a spending blowout this month. I’m sure glad I spent the last 40 years or so writing and playing my own music. For some reason November is the most lucrative month because I think they add the totals from the rest of the year. How much did I make from having my music played on the airwaves in 2024? $2.45 Australian, which is $1.59 US. Frankly I’m amazed that I even got that. It’s only community radio stations that would play my stuff and they hardly count in the scheme of things.
As has always been, the major media companies dominate the entertainment business, and I’m not a part of their almost total control of what people listen to on radio, TV and movies. My creative output (which is substantial) almost never sees the light of day, not because it isn’t any good, but because I’m not part of the system, or any system for that matter. It would be nice to be heard, but what am I gonna do? The bottom line is that if I like it and I think it’s good, that’s all I can hope for. If it takes the approval of some critic for me to be accepted into the mainstream what do I care? I’m not chasing after people. They’ll have to come to me.
Earthquake is an interesting entry. It probably means someone played it once on community radio.
Along with this royalty email notification I found out that “The 2025 Peer-voted APRA SONG OF THE YEAR is open.”
“HAVE YOUR SAY TO WIN A SHARE IN $5K COLD HARD CASH THANKS TO MARSH. Who the hell is Marsh?
What was the best song of the last 12 months? You decide! It’s time to recognize the work of your peers and vote for APRA’s Song of the Year.
APRA members who are currently living in Australia or are Australian citizens living overseas (excluding New Zealand) are eligible to vote.
OK, then I’m eligible then. I’m gonna do what I did last year and vote for myself. I don’t have a freakin’ clue who any of these “peers” of mine are. I suspect they have no idea who I am either. After looking at the rules, I can’t vote for myself…. “Eligible works must have had their first release between 1 October 2023 and 30 September 2024 and written primarily by an Australian APRA member(s), or a New Zealand APRA member(s) principally domiciled in Australia.” That’s not me thank God. I looked at the list of songs I could vote for.
This is a partial list of the “eligible” songs. I Iistened to the first one. Sonic excrement.
The first song on the list was an Aussie rap song. IT WAS GARBAGE… I hate that stuff so much it’s unreal. It’s not fucking “music” I ever want to listen to. It’s retarded poetry ooked over a retarded beat. The kindest thing I can say about it is that it is offensive, unlistenable shit sung by a fat fuck on a couch. If that’s what they were going for, they’ve nailed it.
Fuck it. It’s all a joke. Nobody talks to me anymore. I’ve been cancelled because I like Donald Trump. It really is as simple as that. I’m almost totally disconnected from the Australian music scene now. They’re gonna have to pay me to go back there, but I’m not holding my breath.
I really don’t give a fuck about any of this. I stopped caring about it long ago. I’m putting it here to demonstrate how fickle and insecure the music business is. If you think you’re gonna get rich, you’d better find someone on the inside to help get you there, because it’s very hard on your own.
This is one of the best songs ever written in the history of Rock music. 191 views.