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10.17  II...  10.28 Sunshine at the Back Door…  11.14 Adjustments at 10.35 to recent additions hanging in the dressing room. My legs are too short for most trouser manufacturers. Perhaps they should grow some more. 16.49 E-fury. Pre-packing. Computing. And the latest arisings in UMG opacity. A visit to Mr. Feet the Chiropodist at 17.00. 19.19 Shopping on the High Street…  … returning to e-flurrying and a depressing collection of our correspondence, from early 2009, with Mr. Most Useless Of Smiths in the UMG Business Affairs Department. This is the man who famously made the comment to Declan Panegyric: You cannot expect a company the size of UMG to read or apply the details of every contract of every catalogue it acquires Err. Um. Well. Alright. Actually, very much not-alright. So, UMG accepts liability for those details in any contract it didn’t read, didn’t honour? Err. Um. Well. No. Rather than acknowledging error and addressing it, promptly and reasonably, better to use the UMG in-house lawyer to block and deflect for three years. Then, when that has failed to drive us away, employ an expensive top London-lawyer to block and deflect with greater authority than Mr. Useless can summon from his common presence. When I suggested to Mr. Useless, towards the beginning of our ongoing series of e-mails going nowhere, that any resolution was above his pay grade, Mr. Smith claimed to have the confidence of his masters. This was a large contributory factor in what made me realize: musicking in the front-line was no longer an option. Resolution of any problem requires decision-making from the floor above where the dispute is taking place. For example: a dispute among apprentices needs input from the Craftsperson; a dispute among Craftspersons needs input from the Master / Mystere; a dispute among Masters requires input from the Genius, the primary Creative Mover in the particular field of endeavor. Something like, a Meta Solution is needed from the Person in contact with the largest Present Moment of the process under consideration. A few months after Mr. Useless’ bold claim to enjoy the confidence of his Meta Persons, Mr. Clive Fisher, Power Possessor and superior to Mr. Smith telephoned David and myself at DGM HQ and apologised for Mr. Smith’s conduct. Mr. Fisher has since kinda-retired, but not before threatening us with the intervention of stronger legal meat. This is how a company that wants to run half the world’s music industry behaves. And here we are this evening. 19.40 Quite enough. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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