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TITLE: Your Noise Is My Slow Death – Part 2 | Noise

On this day in 1993 i had the fantastic fortune to kiss the most beautiful woman that i had ever seen.

#$$$@@@$$$#

“Sensitivity signifies an exception that might be assigned value as social power, sacred dispensation, or creative gift. It can also lead to vulnerability, disablement, and condemnation. Sanctified and stigmatized. Asset and liability.”

//cw mention of death and suicide

In 1851 Arthur Schopenhauer published a short essay called “Ueber Lerm und Geräusch” (literally On Noise and Sound, it gets usually translated to “On Noise”) in which he laments:

“Certainly there are people, nay, very many, who will smile at this, because they are not sensitive to noise; it is precisely these people, however, who are not sensitive to argument, thought, poetry or art, in short, to any kind of intellectual impression: a fact to be assigned to the coarse quality and strong texture of their brain tissues. On the other hand, in the biographies or in other records of the personal utterances of almost all great writers, I find complaints of the pain that noise has occasioned to intellectual men. For example, in the case of Kant, Goethe, Lichtenberg, Jean Paul.”

The elitist and biologist (if not eugenic) undertones in this quote sound horrendous today. But when i first read this essay by Schopenhauer, it must have been sometime in the 80s, it did put me at ease somehow, to know that i was not the only one and that even some great writers and thinkers suffered from all the noise. The reverse of his elitist claim is of course easily disprovable. Not all people who are sensitive to noise turn out to be great writers, or even thinkers, which anyone will notice who reads this clumsy attempt at writing a coherent text.

Compared to the noise pollution that is imposed on us today, it seems almost quaint to read how for Schopenhauer the most “disgraceful” of all noises was the whip used on horse carriages. “It deprives life of all peace and sensibility. Nothing gives me so clear a grasp of the stupidity and thoughtlessness of mankind as the tolerance of the cracking of whips. This sudden, sharp crack which paralyses the brain.” Makes me wonder how Arthur would fare in our time, with leaf blowers as one symbol of the omnipresence of the internal combustion engine?

In 1908 Theodor Lessing published “Der Lärm – Eine Kampfschrift gegen die Geräusche unseres Lebens”. In this a much longer manifesto, or diatribe, he writes:

“All this terrible rioting, this incessant roaring, booming, whistling, hissing, snarling, hammering, rattling, knocking, shrieking, screaming, and raging, with which man [sic] tends to accompany all actions, arises, just like language and music, from a vital necessity. Therefore, any struggle against the noisy side of life would not advance us one step further if we did not first probe the psychological underpinnings in which all this noisy roar of life is necessarily anchored. For the most beautiful music as well as the most terrible noise, the purest religiosity as well as the most incomprehensible mysticism, the poetically transfigured love as well as vulgar sexual obscenity – they all have their roots in the very same place, in the same profound depth of the human soul. Only the rescuing, nourishing layers of soil through which these spiritual root forces burst forth from the same seed, color and transform, dull or purify their essential nature, so decisively so that in the end, in one place in life, a delicate, otherworldly heavenly flower emerges, while in another, a disgusting, shameful hermaphroditic plant rises up.”

Lessing goes on to puzzle about Mozart and John Stuart Mills, who both apparently were able to work unperturbed by noise. Which sounds similar to John Cage (whose quote i used in part 2 of the mix series), who claims to love silence, but associates silence with the sound of traffic. All i can think is, good for them, i guess, to then alongside my pal Lessing continue to suffer from the disruptive and at times disabling force that is unnecessary noise. Towards the end of his Kampfschrift (there is no satisfying translation for this) Lessing offers a despairing inventory of the way noise gets treated in the law–which would be a statist solution for a social problem (which i, for one, would not want this problem to be solved by repression).

Lessing ends his pamphlet in quiet despair:

“In short, I don’t know what will happen, nor how it will be. But there will certainly be noise [how right he was about that]. I will no longer resist, but will turn toward the wall, and leave no other request in my will than that no firecrackers will be set off at my grave.”

Fuck. Maybe this is all that is left for me to do as well?! Turn toward the wall. Crank up the white noise machine even further. Wear the noise cancelling headphones even longer, who cares if they make me claustrophobic. And hope that it doesn’t get even worse, somehow. Which i am sure it will.

In real life Lessing went on to form the “Anti-Lärm-Verein” (anti-noise-association) and founded a magazine called “Der Anti-Rüpel” (the anti-brute). He continued to fight noise (and fascism) until 1933, when he was one of the earliest victims killed by Nazis in Marienbad. The brutes did won in his case.

Many humans suffer from noise, many get sick because of noise, most without even knowing. But let us also not forget all the other species we share this planet with, who can suffer greatly under all the noise that we humans impose on them on this small planet, nonstop and with escalating intensity. I want to mention the narwhals, one of the most beautiful animals in existence (dubbed the unicorn of the sea), who go quiet as the oceans grow louder. Or the capercaillies in the pinewoods of Scotland, one of the most elusive and gorgeous birds, by now pretty much extinct, who would need some peace and quiet in order to survive. Or much closer to home, think of all the dogs hiding under the sofa when humans “have fun” with their lame fireworks.

I admit it. I have chosen quite an accusatory title for this series of DJ mixes. This title claims that “your” noise is “my” slow death. I do mean this in a literal, but also in the metaphorical sense. Slow death being the self-explanatory expression, often used by disability justice activists, to show how a mixture of organized abandonment by the state, hyperindividualism under late stage neoliberal capitalism and structural ableism results in disabled and chronically ill comrades slowly dying.

By the way, i love/hate the German expression “ein Tod auf Raten” a death by installments. Sums it up, really.

I mean this title in a literal sense, because my need for peace and quiet goes much further than a simple preference, or maybe a silly sensitivity, much further than something that could be resolved with ease. For me it is an existential issue in the sense that it is the noise (among a few other factors), that prevents my body from healing. The noise from our downstairs neighbor is quite literally responsible for my not finding enough sleep and relaxation, not enough the peace and quiet that i would need in order to start my healing process, or to at least improve or stabilise this awful chronic illness.

I mean it in a metaphorical sense, because of course i understand it as a symbol. Of course i see the bigger picture here. It is a sign of how end times capitalism whips (quick shout out to Arthur) humans into an alienated frenzy, where no one has the time, nor the energy, to consider the sensitive people next door, who suffer. It is the constant noise that leaves me no other choice, than to either hope to die soon or else to betray my true personality by drowning out the noise in my desperate effort to shield myself a bit. The creative or healing potential (“social power, sacred dispensation, or creative gift” writes Stecopoulos, quoted above) that my sensitivity might or might not have, lost by the wayside.

“Sensitivity is suspect to a masculinist society that mandates constant productivity and disembodiment.”

Ever since 2020 at the start of the ongoing!!! COVID-19 pandemic, when i developed Long COVID, my hyperacusis has escalated to the point that it is by now almost unbearable. It was always the case that i had trouble to un-hear noise once i had clocked it. Which might be the neurodivergent part of me. Maybe my tinnitus makes me prone to this. But Long COVID has made my hyperacusis so much worse. My weakened, debilitated body no longer simply craves, no, it now needs!!! peace and quiet. If i noise was an annoyance before, it now feels like pain.

Noise now hurts.

True, my sensitivity does have a history. Like others, i think that i was born HSP (highly sensitive person). HSP might be a snappy acronym, that does ring true. But at the same time the phenomenon can just as easy be explained with being introverted or neurodivergent. Others have argued, better than i ever could, that we do not need a new label for this phenomenon. Let’s just call it what it is, a form of autism. Hyperacusis also presents itself as a syndrome. Instead of as a fixed condition, it also needs to be placed on a spectrum.

Since Long COVID i am no longer sensitive to noise alone. Bright lights, smells, vibrations can also be too much to handle. All my senses, my entire apparatus of perception, are in constant fight or flight mode. My entire body feels like an open wound. Like a peeled egg. All sensual perceptions are impacting it, in brutal rawness. But never mind these other sensitivities for now and focus on the fucking noise, the most invasive among them (alongside smell), which has always been the biggest challenge for me and presents itself as such a burden when living during the cynical and noisy capitalist era.

So here’s why i think noise is my slow death. It’s never an easy task to express bodily sensations with words. But ever since Long COVID i feels like i am lacking all (not just some) of the filters that protect so-called healthy people. Any perception can turn painful, in its raw and unfiltered form. It often feels like i am “all ears”. My hyperacusis may well have been building up over the years, it may be an expression of my neurodivergence. But it was COVID-19 that has thrown me over the edge. Many of my early Long COVID symptoms have gotten better since the start, if only because i learned how to pace myself. My baseline remains in a fragile balance, any stress, like lack of sleep, can bring on a crash. At any moment.

To maintain the baseline of my health i discovered that it is necessary for me to keep quite specific routines, most crucial for my sleeping patterns. But my next door neighbors have different ideas. They keep me awake. Or wake me up. With their banging. Their door slamming. With their washing machines and dryers at all hours (even though we begged them not to use them at night). With their loud voices on balconies. With music and barking dogs. With whatever.

Quick interception: Consider how sleep deprivation is used in torture. Food for thought.

Lack of sleep deteriorates my health. So that is how noise leads to my slow death. That’s the brutal truth. That’s how “your” noise is “my” slow death. Yes. I mean you. I mean you, in general sense, the capitalist fucking system that imposes all this shit on us and our animal friends.

The capitalist system must die, so that we can live. So that everyone receives all the care that they deserve. So that everybody receives everything.

“I write deliberately about sensitivity associated with an inspired state—overlapping with intuition, talent, skill—together with sensitivity as a toxic state—a chronic assault, not being able to tolerate exposure to this world, or somehow not being of this world. Partly because I don’t want to create a hierarchy between the culturally sanctioned and the demeaned, and partly because they often come bundled together, and being rewarded for one can sometimes aggravate disbelief about the other, not least the internalized disbelief that comes from living under patriarchy and capitalism. I won’t separate them, because I want to reduce suffering.”

So there it is.

Look out for part 3 in a few months, maybe.

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01. Simon & Garfunkel – Sound of Silence

SAMPLES:

John Cage on silence, Gangaji – The search for silence, The psychology of people who love staying at home, SNL, The Responder.s02e03, Beastie Boys – Fight For Your Right (Revisited), Benediction.2021, The Card Counter.2021, Antlers.2022, A conversation with Ricky Lee Jones, Lee.2023, Peaky Blinders.s06e06, Bowie – The Final Act, The Hack.s01e06, Downtown Abbey – A New Era, Blue Lights.s03e05, Clipse – Chains & Whips, Eddington.2025, Josh Johnson – 23andMe, Good Luck To You Leo Grande.2022, A Complete Unknown.2024, The Offer.s01e03, Tha 4orce · Wan-Cee – Make Some Noise (Acapella), Beastie Boys-Make Some Noise (Acapella), Silver Haze.2023

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“Sensitivity is popularly regarded as an individual aberration or personal choice but will be increasingly understood as environmentally modulated. Charged by the energy of the protest. Leaving the room because of what’s in the air. I see sensitivity as a way of living that can be cultivated, not just borne—an ethos that will gain importance as our relationships to earth, other species, and each other shift.”

//cw mention of self-harm and suicide

So uhm, i created this mixtape, because i have been trying, and failing, to write an essay with the same title for many, many months (since March 2025 to be precise). In the essay i try to show, how our culture continues to protect the loudest people, the bullies, the extroverts, and how i understand this as a form of structural ableism. How the meaning of the terms “tolerance” and “flexibility” has been twisted to only ever cut one way, to the point that both of these terms now are getting weaponized in defense of hyper-individualism, and are used to gaslight the part of the population that suffers under the noise. How noise is a constant factor in the world that we have made. And how a fight to oppose this permanent onslaught of noise–that, mind you, we are subjected to without ever having given our consent–could conceivably turn into an anti-capitalist, mutual aid, communal care, bottom-up and many other beautiful ideas *deep breath* revolution.

If the permanent exposure to unwanted noise is understood as one oppressive element, among several others, of course, imposed on us by a hostile system, what’s not to oppose?

But sadly I failed to write about these topics in a coherent manner. I will continue to try, but for now, here’s a mixtape dedicated to the topic. Why am i experiencing writers block now? It might well be due to a lack of personal distance in regards to noise, a distance that can be required to tackle certain issues. But the main reason must be that it fills me with shame to admit to this. I hate having to be the partypooper, who begs everyone to please keep the noise down. That’s even more absurd, because noise really does dominate my life. I even go as far as saying that noise tortures me. Every single day. However, nowadays to admit to a sensitivity is seen as weakness. It makes one vulnerable, and who wants that?! Part of my shame might even be justified. Compared to all the extreme suffering that we witness in our world–wars, famine, repression, fascist thugs killing people in the streets, etc.–my problem with extreme noise sensitivity feels like such a first world issue.

“Just be more tolerant”, i yell at myself inside my head. With that i chime in to the gaslighting that comes at me from every angle. Or “just wait until old age will degenerate your hyper-acute sense of hearing”, which is the advice my mum gave me. Maybe this noise sensitivity does run in the family. My mum used to be highly sensitive to noise. It’s no longer the case since she is in the process of losing her hearing. My late aunt wrote about my late uncle, who died much too young: “He never found life easy. It was accompanied by an inner restlessness, a constant search for possible answers to philosophical and theological questions, a need for periods of absolute peace and quiet, and the fear of not getting them or not being able to claim them for himself.” Sounds familiar.

Listen, i even hesitate to talk about it as a “sensitivity”. To me it feels less like i am sensitive to noise and more like i crave quiet. Maybe i even deserve some peace and quiet, which would help me heal. If it is framed as a sensitivity the blame gets shifted, in not so subtle ways. “Oh, he’s just too sensitive” declares me as the faulty entity, belittles and others me. I prefer to say that i have hyperacusis. Which describes a potentially debilitating condition that might even deserve some compassion.

Think about it. Is it really me, who is to blame, who is too sensitive to noise? Or is it maybe the world that is too damn noisy?

At the very least it’s a bit of both. In the world that i would like to live in, high sensitivity might be considered a commendable trait, and who knows, maybe even a super power. Or at the very least something that is “welcome, unusual, helpful” as someone recently told me. As it stands my condition gets treated as something to be ashamed of, as something that makes me difficult to be around, as something that justifies me getting ridiculed and bullied.

Every hyperacusis questionnaire that i ever took came back with the same result. That i have a very severe form of hyperacusis. But when i tell my doctor about it, she answers, oh, that’s so difficult to diagnose. No. It fucking isn’t. Just listen to what i have to say, how i describe my symptoms, and it becomes fucking obvious. Dude.

It is estimated that somewhere between 10 to 40% of people suffer from some form of hyperacusis. That’s up to four out of ten people. A shitload. It is understood as a spectrum (and what isn’t) from mild to severe. But because it is based on self-assessment, as such not measurable, medicine laughs it out of the room, bans it into the woo woo field of psychosomatic or hysterical conditions.

Medical doctors make me so fucking angry.

*Deep breath*

Look, i never chose to have this condition. It chose me. I might have made some choices in my life that made it worse. Being a club DJ for almost ten years certainly didn’t help. At least it explains the tinnitus, often an underlying cause in hyperacusis. I feel terrible for being such a weak, pathetic, whiny asshole mess loser. No really, i do. But again, is it really just me?

Take a moment to listen to what is going on around you. Doesn’t it seem that the permanent noise in the world is getting out of hand? Don’t we have enough studies that prove that noise makes people ill–or makes existing illnesses worse? Why is everyone pretending that it doesn’t bother them? Why is everyone nuking their senses with nicotine, alcohol, drugs or distracting themselves with home entertainment? Shouldn’t we instead fight for a less noisy world?

For someone like myself denial is not an option. Try as i might i lost my ability to ignore the noise. The reality is that noise makes me suffer to the point that i contemplate suicide several times per week, often every day. For the simple reason that i am exhausted and don’t see a future for myself in a world where the sensitive, the introverted, the quiet people–and maybe the neurodivergent, chronically ill, elderly–are meant to act as a sponge, to soak up all the noise, that gets imposed on us by the reckless behavior of the loud, brash, inconsiderate bullies, who no longer seem to possess any shred of impulse control.

Under the toxic influence of end times capitalism and neoliberalism, hyper-individualism has only gotten worse. People are only getting louder in their incessant obsession to broadcast their lives, screaming about nothing of importance, at the top of their lungs, to no one in particular. These same people also enjoy it, when they can make others (me) suffer. It makes them feel superior to see people like myself wince under their auditory assault. The trolls have come offline.

Well, for me there’s no way around it. I am one of the people who suffer under this noisy situation, a situation that has only gotten worse and worse and worse. It has turned me so bitter, that i might well come off as a rude, unfriendly asshole. But that has not always been the case. In theory i try to be friendly towards new neighbors in the building. Initially i try to accommodate and welcome them. But then they start to impose their noise on me with their inconsiderate and frankly shitty attitude, which makes me suffer, and i start to hate them. In the end i can almost no longer greet them in the staircase.

Your noise is my slow death.

I understand full well how this is not a healthy arrangement. We live next door to each other. We all pay rent to the same assholes. But my neighbors get dominate my life. Whereas i don’t have a right for peace and quiet? Their noise wakes me up at all hours, or keeps me awake, which is poison for someone who is chronically ill. Somehow i am just meant to soak it all up. There really should be a dialogue between us, the direct neighbors, to try and find a compromise that works for everybody, not just for the loudest among us. But the capitalist assholes, that we pay our rent to, the landlords, real estate agents and other hyenas, do nothing to accommodate such a process. They only care about us paying rent. That’s it. Pay your rent and shut the fuck up. Suffer in silence while your neighbors trample all over you.

The bullies always win.

Surely this is not fair.

#!@@&@@!#

It’s been a while since David Graeber has spilled the secret. That “the ultimate hidden truth of the world is that it is something that we make, and could just as easily make differently”. If we accept his premise (which we should) and then proceed to investigate the world that we have made from various angles (political, economic, ecological, spiritual, etc.), we can only come to one conclusion: We have done a shitty job. The world that we have made is a shitty place. And a noisy one.

If you are a person, like myself, who craves quiet–or who maybe even needs quiet in order to heal from a chronic illness (doctor’s orders)–well, guess what, then you are shit out of luck. Because in the world that we have made, quiet has been turned into a rarefied commodity. Quiet is something that only filthy rich assholes can afford (by buying an entire city block or an island. Eww). For the rest of us, in the world that we have made, noise rules.

Internal combustion engines–running on fossil fuels!–are everywhere and they are too damn loud. Take your pick between the noise of cars, planes, helicopters, industrial noise, weed whackers, leaf blowers, tractors. But it goes beyond that. Between construction sites, church bells, cow bells, barking dogs, screaming babies, loud neighbors screaming on their balconies, Bluetooth speakers everywhere, all night techno parties in the forest–the noise never fucking stops. There is never a quiet moment to be had.

I believe that most people are sensitive to noise, to a varying degree. I just happen to find myself at the extreme end of the spectrum. If you, like myself, are an introvert or shy, maybe a neurodivergent person and/or maybe just someone who enjoys quiet moments, you are shit out of luck in the noisy world that we have made. If you are a person who enjoys to talk to others at room volume, maybe while trying to find a consensus that accommodates the needs of everyone, then this world is not for you.

In this world that we have made—and continue to make—the loudest, most ruthless, the most brash people, they rise to the top. In the cynical, life-negating system that we have implemented, the bullies always win. Under our current system the biggest liars, the rudest assholes and the loudest bullies end up ruling the world. Ableism is baked into this arrangement.

A demand for more quiet, for less noise, for more mutual consideration, for the best care for everyone, might therefore well be a revolutionary position.

Meanwhile, all i can do is meditate in the hope of discovering the silence with the silence and the silence within the noise. Go.

[The essay is much much longer. (Help, i need an editor). But for now this is what i feel comfortable to share. Maybe at some point in time i will manage to finish it]

So there it is.

Look out for part 2 in a few weeks, maybe.

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TRACKLIST:

01. David Bowie – Blackstar

SAMPLES:

Country Strong.2010, Patti Smith – Millionth Heaven, David Bowie – The Final Act, Clipse – All Things Considered, The Changeling.s01e07, The Sarah Silverman Podcast – Threesomes, Night Bras, Laura, Gangaji Podcasts, A Conversation with Ricky Lee Jones, HPI.s01e06, Prisoner 951.s01e01, DakhaBrakha – Kozak, Gangaji – The Silence of the Silence, ixi – I finally listened to Geogaddi

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DOWNLOAD: Death Is A Social Construct [200.1 MB – 01:23:12 – 320kbs]

TITLE: Death Is A Social Construct

//cw: death, dying, suicidality

Please excuse the morbid theme of this mixtape.

But today is Samhain.

We recently had a lot of death, or looming death, in our family.

Most of my favorite people, okay three out of four, are dead.

I am so grateful for the one among my favorite people, who is alive.

I am convinced, that i will only find peace in death.

Norbert Elias once remarked, “death is the problem of the living”.

In abstraction death is a social construct.

Sorry for all this noise.

Sometimes it takes just one or two songs that motivate me into creating a new mixtape.

Lyrics:

The Cure – ENDSONG

Remembering the hopes and dreams I had and all I had to do

It’s all gone, it’s all gone

Public Enemy – Ageism

Ageism stuck in the bitterverse

Megadef

J’ai de la place dans mon cerveau

Yasmine Hamdan

Northern is the wind of home

Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith

My favorite sound is when you feel heard

Thom Yorke

(It’s a game) I’m never getting out, It’s not gonna change

So there it is.

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TRACKLIST:

1. µ Ziq – µ Ziq Theme

SAMPLES:

Banco De Gaia – Mafich; Mira Calix – The Abandoned Colony Collapsed My World; Walking Dead: World Beyond.s02e04; Consolidated – Cutting; Democracy Now.08.18.25; Marc Maron on John Oliver’s New York Stand-Up Show; Under The Bridge s01e05; Legend Podcast – Joni Mitchell; Keanu Reeves on Colbert; 28 Days Later.2002; Nine Perfect Strangers.s02e04; Mix Tape.s01e01; What It Feels Like A Girl.s01e06; Seven Psychopaths.2012; Beatles – Tomorrow Never Knows (acapella); The Institute.s01e04; Andor.s02e10; 28 Years Later.2025; What It Feels Like As A Girl.01e08; DJ Mehdi – Made In France.Arte.2025; Andor.s02e09; Megadef – Eloge Funèbre

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I made a mixtape for my <3.

So here it is.

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TRACKLIST:

1. Leftfield – Citing and Fighting

SAMPLES:

The Last Of Us.s02e05, Long Bright River.s01e05+e07+e10, Little Simz @ BBC interview, This City Is Ours.s01e02, The Change.s02e04+e06, SNL Miss Eggy, Chumbawamba @ 1990 Gilman, Sinners.2025, Sacramento.2024, La Gale @ 12:45, Kleo.s02e03, Philippe Katerine – Sous Mon Bob, Adolescence.s01e03, Children in Gaza are screaming for bread @ Instagram, Doctor Who.s02e05, Three Thousand Years Of Longing.2022, Say Nothing.s01e09, Great Thunberg on the Freedom Flotilla @ Democracy Now, Clashing Differences.s01e01, Code Of Silence.s01e01, ITS FRIDAY THEN, ITS SATURDAY, SUNDAY! GO MUFASA!, Love Me.2024, Bad Times At The El Royale.2018

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Title: Screaming Into The Void 012 – The Yet Another Failed Project Edition

Hi folks.

Done.

I give up.

There is no need for these silly audio collages.

Turns out, i was screaming into the void.

So here it is.

The last SITV-audio collage.

I encourage people to support the artists and musicians that are featured in these short collages.

The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

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Cover: How we watch TV these days (first time online)

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Title: The Lost In The Music Edition

Hi folks.

This collage is all about my love for music and how it gives me solace, in this crazy world.

I spent quite some time tracking down the famous quote by the lovely Marsha P. Johnson (the trans activist of Stonewall fame):

I got lost in the music in 1963 at Stonewall… No! No, it was Stonewall – it was 1967 that I got lost. In 19 – oh my dear, Stonewall, I got lost at Stonewall. Heard it through the grapevine. 1969! I got lost in the music and I couldn’t get out.

It is featured in the short film “Happy Birthday Marsha!” that can be streamed here (for a bit of money).

Sometimes i does feel like i got lost in the music as well. And that i never found my way out.

Sometimes it feels like music is the only thing that keeps me going.

And at the same time, life is so fucking cruel.

Life gave me tinnitus and a hypersensitivity to noise.

Music is never noise, but sometimes it does hurt now.

Like right now, my ears are ringing quite a bit after working on this collage.

Fuck!

;(

So here it is.

The latest SITV-audio collage.

What do you think?

I hope you enjoy it.

If you do, please tell a friend

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The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

Images:

Marsha P. Johnson

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Download: SITV-010.mp3 [0:13:12 | 20.3 MB | 196 kbps]

Title: The Antifascist Funky Carnaval Edition

Hi folks.

Last Saturday we attended the first edition of the antifascist carnival in Lausanne, Switzerland. Carnaval populaire et déter – Contre la montée du fascisme. It was fantastic. Loved every second of it, except the time when we lost each other and i did not have a phone. I will draw energy from this event for months to come. (I hope)

This was the first demonstration, or parade, that i attended since the start of COVID-19–and my Long COVID. I was quite nervous, if my energy was going to hold, if i would crash afterwards or–even worse–if i’d catch a viral infection.

But so far *fingers crossed* it seems to have gone okay. I’ve only had a minor crash, mostly manifesting in muscular and skeletal pains. So far it seems as if the ffp2 mask that i/we wore at all times protected me–and us–just fine. Because almost no one else wore a mask, i saw maybe 5 people and most in the laughable blue ones. However i heard many people coughing.

Most carnivals these days are too big, too commercial or just plain lame. They carry only a shadow of the subversive and rebellious potential that they could have. But this carnival was different. It had wild costumes, dozens of Luigis, of course, and many Cthulhus, why?, good music, lots of smiling people (yes, i saw that because most people were unmasked) and dancing in the street.

I really hope this parade catches on and turns into a yearly ritual. We need such free expressions of joy and irreverence. Next year i hope there will even be a mask bloc!

The lack of masks is my only beef with this year’s event. Other than that . No notes.

Just a few remarks on the audio collage: These days i am bit ambivalent to feature contrapoints, her politics are too bizarre now. But here quotes on QAnon and the “storm” were a match with Leftfield – Storms End. All storms end.

We are seeing many 5 year pandemic articles these days, most of them depressing, revisionist and past-tensing the pandemic. For me the overwhelming outcome is that i almost cannot believe what is happening. Like the Adam character in The Francise i often wonder if someone is pulling a joke on me. The 5 year Long COVID survey asked what the biggest grief was, for me it is the loss of community. The people i thought i could trust in a crisis turned out to be ableist assholes.

So here it is.

The latest SITV-audio collage.

What do you think?

I hope you enjoy it.

If you do, please tell a friend

I encourage people to support the artists and musicians that are featured in these short collages.

The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

Images:

This was the bomb

To find more photos and one video of the carnival.

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All rights remain with original right holders. this mix makes fair use of copyrighted material. this mix is distributed non-commercially only.

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Download: SITV-009.mp3 [0:13:12 | 19.1 MB | 196 kbps]

Title: The Fuck The Police Edition

Hi folks.

Last Saturday was not only International Long COVID Awareness Day but also International Day Against Police Brutality.

So i pulled up an older project, this little fuck the police mix, that i had been messing with some time ago.

It is pretty rough, but i guess you get the idea.

Every day should be a day against police brutality.

They will keep abusing of their state sanctioned monopoly on violence.

This week i also watched part 3 of the Undercover Police Scandal documentary on ITV, and while the BBC podcast was much better, it was still beautiful to see the women talk about the shocking police abuse they have endured.

So i really mean it, Fuck The Police.

That’s all really.

So here it is.

The latest SITV-audio collage.

What do you think?

I hope you enjoy it.

If you do, please tell a friend

I encourage people to support the artists and musicians that are featured in these short collages.

The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

Images:

Talk To Plants Not Cops

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All rights remain with original right holders. this mix makes fair use of copyrighted material. this mix is distributed non-commercially only.

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Download: SITV-008.mp3 [0:13:12 | 20.5 MB | 196 kbps]

Title: The Just One Step Edition

Hi folks.

In this podcast (of sorts) i feature two others podcasts.

If that’s not going meta, i don’t know what is!?

Other people always say it better.

So why not let them say it.

Why do we do what we do?

To love ourselves and each other. (Damn you, fucking QAA hippies)

To take that one next step. (Damn you Vicky, for always giving me hope)

The quote on marriage from Miss Austen is an inside joke, *hint hint*

And Cunk is gonna cunk. (Which is hilarious but also sad)

So there you have it.

The latest SITV-audio collage.

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I encourage people to support the artists and musicians that are featured in these short collages.

Please excuse the low audio quality of Carl Bradney – Slipping Into Darkness, even if somehow that fits.

The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

Images:

Unsere Träume Sind Grösser

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All rights remain with original right holders. this mix makes fair use of copyrighted material. this mix is distributed non-commercially only.

Download: SITV-007.mp3 [0:13:12 | 19.4 MB | 196 kbps]

Title: The We Gotta Protest Edition (With a diversity of tactics)

Hi folks.

Sadly it is real life, David.

But what a nightmare and we will fight back.

This week i tooted:

“I understand that the cruelty is the point. I understand that the goal is to trigger my/our outrage.

But how could i not get outraged when reading this headline?

“Trump wants to send 240,000 Ukrainian refugees back to their war-torn home”

We need a new Watzlawick axiom:

You Cannot Not Be Outraged.” ~ Link

It’s outrage after outrage, a veritable outrage perpetuum mobile as Elon tries to kill off even “empathy”. I mean.

“This is a time to invest deeply in mutual aid and community defense. Lately, I’ve noticed a shift among some progressives—away from prioritizing the protection of vulnerable people and toward a singular focus on protests aimed at stopping DOGE. Protest is necessary, but scattered demonstrations alone will not build the solidarity needed to survive the months and years ahead. To counter the forces of alienation and animosity that seek to divide us, we must build a culture of care.” ~ Kelly Hayes

“Trying hard to remember that i did meet some wonderful people while living in the so-called US.

But what a shit hole country.

Wow.

They unleash the worst president ever, to create havoc in the world, and then they don’t even manage to luigi him.

Fucking assholes.” ~ Link

Fuck the so-called US.

So how do we fight, when the liars and propagandists seem to have so much power? They own the bully pulpits, including the presidency itself, and the real pulpits of the of Christo-fascist megachurches. They own and control the very platforms upon which we connect, and control the algorithms that can amplify or suppress our voices. It’s as if it says if we are poor peasants facing a massive, well-trained army.

~ Starhawk

So here it is.

The latest SITV-audio collage.

What do you think?

I hope you enjoy it.

If you do, please tell a friend

I encourage people to support the artists and musicians that are featured in these short collages.

The tracklist: (music borrowed with all due respect to the artists):

01. Intro: Subhumans – Powergames. Samples from various songs and movies

Images:

Sous Nos Collages – La Rage

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I release all my work, the DJ work as well as all my other coding and creating, under a creative commons license, hence i treat this material as if it was under CC license. I attribute it and i do not use it for commercial gain. Don’t try to sue me, i am broke anyway.

All rights remain with original right holders. this mix makes fair use of copyrighted material. this mix is distributed non-commercially only.