“Worth the Streams” - What an underhanded jab to the kidneys - This is what young songwriters, aspiring artists, the cultural barometers of the future are given when they hand money over to “music journalists”, to bloggers (ugh); parasites among the sludge of rancid music journals. Streams aren’t worth shit but the storytelling will cultivate value, regardless.

I Frances B. Homer, want more from my champions and less of the gatekeepers. Let us listen freely, talk freely, crack wise freely, create freely. “Creator Tools” abound, Big Dan Ek, the great white egg of our audio metamorphosis, tells me there are 60,000 songs uploaded every day. Fuckin’ great. Let me focus on the Australians, allow the academic treatise (read: AI pulp fiction) for the internationals. Come one and all, weird and wonderful; I will tangentialise and I will not make sense but I will be passionate, surreal and wild with hips that swing for the bleachers, reaching for that fecund literary goal of expounding upon the human and their 60,000 daily reprises on love and loss.

Who’s the fool here?

Call me Franc; I’ll be just that.