Screaming My Own Name with your voice
Dear David.
You collaborated yourself into my latest song, allowing me to fulfill a range of vocal and emotional expression beyond what my gawd-given physiology allows. This fits right in with the steady support I've received as a musician from you over the past decade— which has even proven unconditional— a blessing I’ve rarely experienced from elsewho besides my mothers.
Before #MeToo made more men decide it was cool, you came out to me as a misogynist. Yet somehow in all my music and performance experience, you are the one guy who never treated me differently from the guys-- if you were cranky with me, you were just as cranky with them-- if you were LOVEing to them, you were just as LOVEing and affectionate with me-- if I shared an idea, you gave me infinite gratitude and credit (even for the unused ones), and didn't wait around for one of the guys to amplify or steal my concept.
So if Feminism gave out a Most Improved award, I’d nominate you this year. You are the classiest bull in any china shop. You are the most ironic Saving Grace of my life as a femme artist.
Along with listening to us Screaming My Own Name, all witnesses are encouraged to explore further evidence of your brilliant artistry evolution... from music shared around the Campfire… to the ZOO we grew into… to the Not Punk Floyd you've been rocking with those French dudes.
Thank you, Now and Forever.
