my ultimate wish for this next era is they finally let Ryan go like they did Andy. I'm so sick of not getting the content we deserve. All the gatekeeping of tour diaries and now the crumbs of concert footage in that "documentary" yesterday. he was working for months on that? that's why we didn't get tour diaries? all that footage just goes in his vault now? Please.
Hello! I'm sorry to hear you felt disappointed by yesterday's special. However, I feel compelled to comment on a few objective points in your ask.
- "Live & Backstage in Amsterdam" was directed by James Tonkin, the same director (and production team, Hangman) they worked with on "The Feeling of Falling Upwards" (and the unreleased "Live in Brixton" special). Ryan was credited as director of the documentary footage and as a contributing editor (1 of 3) but the live footage and overall final program was not his work.
- Regardless of the particular creatives involved here (or in any given project for that matter), the fact remains that any directors, producers, photographers, etc are all hired hands operating with full input and specific direction from the band. The band chose to make this a hybrid concert film/documentary. The band chose to condense the setlist the way they did. The band chose this format over the traditional tour diaries. What happens to the unused footage will be determined by the band. Ryan is a friend but he is first and foremost an employee and the band owns that footage. (Likewise, the MYT diaries are not sitting on Andy Deluca's hard drive because he's "gatekeeping" or too lazy to edit it. If the band wanted them released, they'd be released.) All this to say, of course you don't have to agree with the decisions but it's important to clarify who your complaint is with.
- This concept of the band or their collaborators "gatekeeping" and fans not getting what we "deserve" is, to be blunt, entitled and immature. Being a fan does not make an artist indebted to you. They make music, if you feel so inclined, you listen. That's it. That's the extent of the contract. Anything beyond that is optional for both parties. Any content an artist chooses to release is not out of obligation or generosity, it's part business strategy, part artistic vision. Artists do not owe you anything. This band does not owe you anything.
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carve your name into my chest: chapter one
(read it on ao3!)
thank you @reindeerrobin for the amazing trading cards & header image and for all your help and encouragement on this fic! and thank you to @maxineholtzmann for your hockey consultation and plot enablement! (and to blue who doesn't have tumblr for your grammar and spelling wizardry)
[explicit | tw for slurs and internalized homophobia]
chapter one: fuck you
Canadiens face the Bruins on home ice in the first game of the season. Can star scorer Eddie “The Freak” Munson slip one past “Shutout” Steve Harrington, or will old rivalries cause problems like they did last year in the lead up to the playoffs?
Eddie pushed his mouthguard half out of his mouth as he skated in a circle, waving up at the crowded stands as the sound of the announcer filled the arena. He drowned most of it out, pulling his head into the zone.
There was always a rush to an away game, the relief from the pressure of skating and home and knowing that everyone there was watching for him to make any mistake. Sure, skating at home had its advantages—the energy in the arena, the cheers for every goal. But there was something about the fact that nobody was here for him, this wasn’t his turf, that made things feel a bit less scary.
It was always good to be feared.
And on top of that, and the arena was filled with the loud sound of booing and fuck you, Munson as his number got called, and the most unimaginative chant of 58 Can’t Skate filling the air.
There were a lot of things you could say about Eddie Munson’s hockey career. Hot headed was one he’d heard a lot. Too quick on the trigger. Bit of a weak backhand. Hogs the puck, even though with two wings he trusted on his line now that one was becoming less and less common.
But… can’t skate?
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