Sidney Looper remixes

Sidney Looper (also: Agent Lovelette) has put up 4 old remixes of eve massacre tracks on his youtube.

EVE MASSACRE – FASCISTO SOUL MAGIC (SIDNEY LOSER REMIX)
EVE MASSACRE – MY TOMBOY (SIDNEY LOOPER 8BIT WORKOUT)

EVE MASSACRE – 48 CRUSHES ON YOU (AGENTLOVELETTES CRUSHDDD MIX)
EVE MASSACRE – FASCISTO SOUL MAGIC (AGENTLOVELETTE REMIX)

Check out his SOUNDCLOUD for more tunes by him, for example this nice juke he’s done with a Fugees sample:

Misogyny is the…

Misogyny is the default setting for so much culture now, one newspaper, one image is not that shocking. But failure to be shocked is a failure of humanity. That’s that.

@suzanne_moore (twitter)

Weird Friends (We Don’t Even Live Here)

This morning my excitement about two new remixes by Kuedo surfacing was dampened by one of those keeping the – as much as I understand of the lyrics – misogynic words of the original Main Attrakionz track. No big deal? Well, somehow not. On the other hand there are a few artists in that area of music I consider ‘safe’ (meaning I don’t have to brainfilter their music for hate speech) and somehow it hits me harder whenever one of those comes up with such a track.

While I like the music, as a biological woman – how could I not feel at least excluded by misogynic lyrics in a overwhelmingly male-dominated heteronormative music scene as hiphop is? What – because it’s the status quo and it’s just ‘artistic role play’ and it’s all about the beats? Meh. Lame.

Of course sometimes I give in and ignore the words because the sounds are fresh and it’s easier to shut out the meaning of words if they’re not in your main language but every now and then it hits me again how (self-)loathing it actually is to not care just for the sake of some cool beats. And of course it hits me harder when it happens with artists or club nights or venues I don’t expect it from.

At Orchid I once experienced it the other way around when I played ‘Ima read’ and a woman asked me if I really have to play songs that go ‘bitch’ all the time. I tried to explain why it’s different with that track but I wasn’t very successfull (for which I at least partially blame that it’s not quite easy to explain while you’re djing on and it’s late and loud and you’re a bit drunk.) I understand her perspective but on the other hand I sure won’t stop playing artists like Zebra Katz because they exactly are what a part of Orchid is about.

Once more I file this subject under ‘It’s complicated.’

Anyways – finding out about this new P.O.S. clip made up for it. Love it.

P.S.: Of course I stay a devoted Kuedo fangirl, too. After all it’s just a remix and I could just as well argue his cold synths contrast the lyrics in a way that you should read it as criticism… ^^

There’s always…

There’s always a party.
Since there’s always a need to forget, there’ll be a party so that people can escape themselves while seemingly finding each other.

(Michael J. Seidlinger My Pet Serial Killer)

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.

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