Aside

I’m slowly getting ready for the last of the SUB:CITY nights and it seems appropriate to let a little blogging be part of this as my last longer post here was about it, too. Today has been one of those weird days on which everything slips away, like you can’t seem to focus on something. Start a dozen things, finish none, and suddenly it’s evening and you try telling yourself it’s okay.

This week a lot of articles featured the everyday sexism outcry. It’s like a wave that flushes up all the litter from the ground of the sea on a bad weather day, making things visible that actually have been there all the time. You just didn’t talk about it cause you didn’t want to appear like a victim. Or because you know/think the women and men around you wouldn’t show solidarity but ridicule your complaints. It’s great that sometimes social media (check twitter tags #everydaysexism or german #aufschrei in case you missed it) make it easier for people to speak out, and to show and get such solidarity. It helps to make things visible in such a huge wave that it’s hard to ignore, even for media. I just hope it won’t – like waves do – disappear as quickly as it rose but leave little barb traces in everyday life. I am sooooo longing for more anger about and action against the conservative backlash and the I-don’t-care-attitude that has risen over the last decade. After all I am someone who doesn’t have much respect left for the huminz and sometimes I’m glad to be old enough to maybe soon and finally give in to my true destiny (= becoming the bestest crazy old cat woman eremite in the universe). If only there wasn’t this annoying teensy itching bit of emotion and empathy left and won’t let cynicism and ‘that’s just the way it is’ apathy take over my world. Just as well as the teensy bit of musical edge I got left doesn’t let all this ‘that’s just the way it is’-Hornsby style bearded home-sweet-home vintage pitchforkindiefolk win me over.
Oh, it’s getting late – I’m off to help giving the sub owls the farewell they deserve.

Shaken Not Stirred

I have made a new song, well, actually two since I have last updated this blog.

The latest is ‘Bond (shaken not stirred)’.

Bond img

It’s subject basically is me getting turned off by too much careless and boring use of prostitution slang or sexist and homophobic language in dance music, bass music, hiphop and how people/djs even in a relatively ‘alternative’ community let it happen with a shrug.

I wish all those (mostly male) producers would spend as much time and sensitivity and creativity and edginess with the words they sample or spit as they use in finding the perfect sounds and beats. After all language shapes our reality.

My other new track was ‘Cats In The Supermarket’.

cats in the supermarket

A tongue-in-cheek anticapitalist anticops song with a tiny bit of Xtina robbery.

Hope you enjoy it.