Amanda Palmer, pianist and singer for The Dresden Dolls, has a solo album out — titled, in Twin Peaks-inspired glory, Who Killed Amanda Palmer?.
Sadly, however, she’s having problems with her label. (Links from her blog)
They’ve called her album “uncommercial” and “cottage industry,” and apparently have a problem with the fact that she, in her words, doesn’t want to wax and starve herself, and write shiny pop songs that will make her a superstar.
Fans have started posting shots of their bellies on the internet, in solidarity, and Amanda has recently asked her label, Roadrunner Records, to drop her. They’ve refused.
She spent $80K of her own money on the album (which apparently, the label won’t be reimbursing).
The A&R guy from the label told her: “I’m a guy, Amanda. i understand what people like.” (!!!)
Go out and pick it up immediately (even though it will make more for the label than for her, which sucks — but at least get it from her website, where she’ll get a bigger cut). It’s fucking amazing. When she tours in your area, go see her — because that money goes to her, not the label.
I’ll close this with her words:
“do you have any idea who i am, what band i’ve been in, what kind of music i write, who my fans are….who didn’t send you the memo that i’m not britney spears? […]
i had a meeting with the owner of the label. he said he thought it was a shame that someone as smart and talented as me could not make a commercial record that they could sell. and he thinks that someday i’ll see the light and write some better songs.
i told him i made exactly the record i wanted to make.
more than exactly. i think i’ve made an INCREDIBLE FUCKING record.
i really do.
he shook his head and felt sorry for me.
i feel sorry for them. they are trying to sell pieces of plastic in a digital world.
but they’re barking up the wrong tree if they think they can katy perry or avril lavigne me into the walmarts of the world.”