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@frieswithalittlemayo
For years I asked, pleaded for a chance to own my work. Instead I was given an opportunity to sign back up to Big Machine Records and ‘earn’ one album back at a time, one for every new one I turned in. I walked away because I knew once I signed that contract, Scott Borchetta would sell the label, thereby selling me and my future. I had to make the excruciating choice to leave behind my past. Music I wrote on my bedroom floor and videos I dreamed up and paid for from the money I earned playing in bars, then clubs, then arenas, then stadiums.
Some fun facts about today’s news: I learned about Scooter Braun’s purchase of my masters as it was announced to the world. All I could think about was the incessant, manipulative bullying I’ve received at his hands for years.
Like when Kim Kardashian orchestrated an illegally recorded snippet of a phone call to be leaked and then Scooter got his two clients together to bully me online about it. (See photo) Or when his client, Kanye West, organized a revenge porn music video which strips my body naked. Now Scooter has stripped me of my life’s work, that I wasn’t given an opportunity to buy. Essentially, my musical legacy is about to lie in the hands of someone who tried to dismantle it.
This is my worst case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at fifteen to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it.
When I left my masters in Scott’s hands, I made peace with the fact that eventually he would sell them. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the buyer would be Scooter. Any time Scott Borchetta has heard the words ‘Scooter Braun’ escape my lips, it was when I was either crying or trying not to. He knew what he was doing; they both did. Controlling a woman who didn’t want to be associated with them. In perpetuity. That means forever.
Thankfully, I am now signed to a label that believes I should own anything I create. Thankfully, I left my past in Scott’s hands and not my future. And hopefully, young artists or kids with musical dreams will read this and learn about how to better protect themselves in a negotiation. You deserve to own the art you make.
I will always be proud of my past work. But for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23.
Sad and grossed out,
💔
Taylor
Who gave Gai that MASSIVE fruit basket? Did they ever say? Because I have a theory.
You know who shows their love and concern via baskets of fresh, healthy produce?
Call me bias if you wish but shipping the rivals together never gets old
Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)
Dir. Elia Kazan
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) dir. Elia Kazan
Despite the fact that I occasionally compulsively overshare, people somehow still manage to know nothing about me
@x-mudblood-x
yeah life sucks but have you ever cried on your birthday? that shit hurts
Sigo intentando curarme de cosas de las que no hablo.
Why Did They Come?
This is so fucking important
*points at ur bulge* is this seat taken
Girls are so bold that’s such a turn on
im a guy
Oops lol no thank you
I never offered to give you anything
- You’re just 18, you’re too young, don’t get pregnant or marry someone to quickly, - they pleaded. - You’re 25, come on, it’s time to think and start doing something, you don’t need any kids, focus on your career, - they preached. - You’re 32, what are you thinking? Do you want to end up as a single crazy catlady? - they cried. - You’re 39, a single mother without a successful startup or a fabulous career, you’re such a disappointment, - they grumbled. - She was 42, when she jumped out of the window. What a disgrace to the family, - they whispered. … The only thing they’ve never told you was when to start living your life on your own…
illirein, Don’t lose your way while trying to satisfy all the expectations: they are never worth wasting your life. (via wnq-writers)