Big changes, bad news and small coin: sound of fizz.
Economic Collapso hit everyone hard
And nobody knows what is held in their cards.
Remember that blackout at Sundance last year?
Seems like a prelude to twelve months of fear…
Axium Payroll took money and ran,
Mini-major stiffs were all given the can.
Bloggers are broke, Print’s in worse condition,
Freelancers huddle in fetal position.
All moan as this grey sky continues to fall,
Adieu lately to Peace Arch and Yari’s cabal.
Goodnight to tax breaks in F.L. and R.I.,
(B.O., please don’t our incentives let die!)
As strikes by the unions go down one by one,
Most film professionals not having fun.
Theatrical’s dying — it has been forever,
Filmers are thinking, is self-distrib better?
So Ballast and Crumley and Range Life and Co,
What money is there hoeing that lonesome row?
Not much, but we own it ourselves, which is great
We do this for love, not a studio slate.
On iPhone! On Hulu! On V on Demand!
New platforms that stretch far across all the land!
Death to old models! Minds open for new!
Film wants to be free and cream rises, it’s true!
Patiently plotted and pretty to scope,
Niche marketed art films please don’t give up hope:
It’s us indie insects with zeroes of cents
Who’ll survive, us roaches with best of intents.
We invented hard times! We invented depression!
Just keep trucking hard and let’s make it our mission
To prize the community, be in it together;
To know and give thanks that we’re bugs of a feather.