Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
I had the same question 2 years ago
You sure about that?She’s mad that she gets no more work … but …
Just by her resume she’s better than the Dream arguably or at least just as good … dude is feeling himself a little too much …
The actual answer is that now, more than ever, people are actually getting writing credits for their contributions to these songs.
There's countless stories of some older musician saying they came up with the catchiest part of a song while they were fukking around in the studio, or just in passing, and all they have to show for it is a story that some people may or may not actually believe. Now, even if it's a case of using some premade stems that are deliberately made to just be fillers or beds, or something you saw online that inspired you, it's a whole lot easier to just credit twenty-some writers that it is to try to just let some shyt ride like you used to.
And that's before even getting into properly crediting acts that were sampled.
Nah, that aint the answer.The actual answer is that now, more than ever, people are actually getting writing credits for their contributions to these songs.
There's countless stories of some older musician saying they came up with the catchiest part of a song while they were fukking around in the studio, or just in passing, and all they have to show for it is a story that some people may or may not actually believe. Now, even if it's a case of using some premade stems that are deliberately made to just be fillers or beds, or something you saw online that inspired you, it's a whole lot easier to just credit twenty-some writers that it is to try to just let some shyt ride like you used to.
And that's before even getting into properly crediting acts that were sampled.
Nope. It was happening before that.I believe it was that blurred lines lawsuit that caused the shift. Now when you sample a song everyone involved gets writing credit from the singers to everyone involved in it.
At some point, we will be forced to acknowledge the truth about Beyonce. It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. It may not be a year from now. A decade from now. Maybe not until after she has passed on, but at some point…the truth will be acknowledged. The truth about what she is, but more importantly—what she is not. A creative she is no more than an individual who can naturally sprout blonde hair. 24 people to write one song, and another to read it to her because she cannot herself. How sad that we must be pressured into carrying on this charade?! The way in which my Jackson Five nostrils must endure the stench of this Creole curse and pretend that it is a pleasant experience when it is anything but. The long list of true talent that met it’s end in the gust of wind that blew past it caused by none other than the machine that guided Beyonce’s ascension to icon status. When he fukked me good, I took his ass to Red Lobster, but…was it worth it? I guess I’ll see in the end. I guess we all will.