Mc Linn Da Quebrada >> BlasFemea

Mc Linn da Quebrada avisa com todas as letras! Todas as letras. Sem economizar... e furando o esquema. Colírio para os olhos, vê-la e ouvi-la. 
BASS / POWER / VOZ / BODY & SOLIDARITY sem mediocridade.

Talvez a melhor combinação do que poderíamos chamar de "nova" musica brasileira (anos luz-em disposição e concepção) do que chamam de "nova" mpb. Linn é experiencial, experimental. Seu corte é outro, sua onda é outra. Sem cacoetes de industria, de braços de violão. Uma outra ação. Ocupação profanamente sagrada, feminilidade, blasfemeando em versos de navalha na-valha cortantes seu conhecimento transviado pardo, preto, canto eletrocutado, sua voz e seu corpo selecionado. 
No sangue corre funk sensual, trupe teatral, capoeira, garagem, favela, sexo, igreja, terreiro, rap, improvisação, disco, POP,  com p maiúsculo, canto-fala, canto-bala, segredo e espelho.....  em vertentes luminosas ou escuras via Deize Tigrona, Tati e Valesca Popozuda...e até mesmo, porque não, Mano Brown, Emicida? Por outras vias, outras calçadas, outras periferias. 

Sem esquecer de Badsista / Mafalda pela produção excelente. Pelo P O D E R  do bass, do eco, dos portamentos de arrepio, pelo acompanhamento sequencial da voz, pelo bass de fio dental. Pela virada sagrada do baixo quando Linn canta-grita-melisma " e calcinha de fio dental".
Pelas cordas, pela percussão, pelos andamentos.
Todos os musicos, todos 'produtores' em conjunção.

Digo isso para dizer que  a versão da faixa "Mulher" para o video-curta Blasfemea já nasce como a melhor coisa produzida em 2017 no Brasil como não se ouvia ha muitos anos.
Um frescor, que em tempos "retro-ativos" e impotentes parece não ter lugar.
Mas há! 
Navalha na-valha, navalha na boca. Seu des-lugar é singular-plural. 
Múltiplo nao-mediocre.

E que eco eh esse? 
Só o tempo sente.
Só o tempo dirá.
O tempo dirá. 

.Abaixo os participantes blasFêmea por Mc Linn Da Quebrada

"blasFêmea é: Alice Guurl, Aretha Sadick, Ariane Oliveira, Cássia Caneco, Danna Lisboa, Fabiana Pimenta, Fernanda Gandini, Gabriela Duchamp, Gilda Genofre, Gori Albuquerque, Julia Katharine, Jup Pires, Kiara Felippe, Leticia Souza, Magô Tonhon, Manauara Clandestina, Mc Dellacroix, Mellyna di Marcuze, Neon Cunha, Nerie Bento, Onika Emanuella, Thais Nogueira, Thais Oliversi, Vanessa Theghettogirl, Verónica Valenttino, Verônica Vieira, Vita Pereira. Que atuaram no vídeo e atuam na minha vida 💕 é tbm Flora Dias, Alice Andrade Drummond e Bruno Risas, que fizeram a direção de fotografia. É Nubia Abe, que fez fotografia adicional e still e todas as pessoas envolvidas no projeto." 

Revolution is My Boyfriend

These are stills from Tetine's new video for the song "Revolution is My Boyfriend"

Tetine’s new video "Revolution is My Boyfriend” is out on April 17th. 

As we walk, the numbers keep running. 

Numbers, dates, economies and sex: outdated memories of the present, past and future. 

False recognitions. 
Becoming animal or the snobbery of memory?
An Animal Numeral.
In real and formal anachronism. Duplicating as language keeps collapsing.
As we walk, we fall. As we talk, we forget 

Revolution is my boyfriend is a death electro-industrial-samba dedicated to what is left of...
There's bass.
There's melody.
There's tension.

Revolution is my Boyfriend is a love song.  

"We thought we had correct knowledge - how very sophisticated to know, knowing that one does not know, to know, presenting oneself sincerely as not knowing, to know how to construct in an open, decided, instigating way, the knowledge ultimately of an analyst” To restart the revolution is not to re-begin it, it is to cease to see the world alienated, men to be saved or helped, or even to be served, it is to abandon the masculine position, to listen to femininity, stupidity and madness without regarding them as evils. 

Hatred for the pimp who disguises himself as a girl without having the desire to be one, sinister masculine caricature of the nobleman in drag.

End of the outburst” Lyotard in Libidinal Economy 

The song is taken from the album" Queer & Mutant Funk Cuts (2000-2005) and was originally recorded in 2004 and written after watching The Raspberry Reich by Canadian filmmaker Bruce La Bruce.

We go out again

Wash and go

Every now and then

I'm calling you

From the other side of town

And this is love

From the bottom of my heart

Which is going down

I went to the cinema

I heard this phrase

Revolution is my Boyfriend

(written by b.verner / eliete mejorado) p & c 2004

Trump Brexit Express

TRUMP BREXIT EXPRESS

Franco 'Bifo’ Berardi - ‘In the lonely cockpit of our lives’

 ‘In the lonely cockpit of our lives’—Franco 'Bifo’ Berardi on the Germanwings crash

It seems that the young pilot Andreas Lubitz who hurled himself and the airplane, packed with innocent people against the rocks of a mountain, concealed the medical certification of depressive pathology from his employer, Lufthansa. This is bad of course, but totally understandable: turbo-capitalism does not like workers who go on leave for health reasons and most of all it dislikes references to depression. 

Depressed, me? Don’t even mention it. I feel fine, I’m perfectly efficient, happy, dynamic, energetic, and most of all competitive. I go jogging every morning and I’m available for over time. It is the philosophy of the low cost airlines, you know? And the philosophy of the perfectly deregulated economy where everybody is demanded to give ceaselessly the best, in order to survive. 

After this suicidal mass murder air companies are invited to double-check the psychological conditions of the workers. Pilots should not be maniac, depressed, melancholic or panic-prone. And what about bus drivers and policemen, steel workers, and school teachers? Everybody will be subjected to psychological screening in order to detect and expel from the labor market those who suffer from depression.  

Good idea indeed, except that the absolute majority of the contemporary population should be put on leave. It’s easy to target those who are officially labeled as psychopaths, but what of all those people who suffer from unhappiness, try to keep calm but might fly into a rage in dangerous situations? Hard to distinguish between unhappiness and looming aggressive depression, and the proportion of people who suffer from despair is growing and growing. The frequency of psychopathology has been on the rise in the last few decades, and according to the World Health Organisation, the suicide rate has increased by 60% in the last four decades, and is dangerously high among the youngsters.

What in the last four decades has been pushing people to run and willingly embrace the black dog? There is a relationship between this incredible surge in suicidal propensity, and the triumph of neoliberal coercion to compete. And also between the spread of psychic frailty and the loneliness of a generation that is meeting people only through a connected screen. 

For every person who succeeds in committing suicide there are twenty people who unsuccessfully try to kill themselves. We must acknowledge that a sort of epidemic of suicide is underway on the planet earth.

Here possibly lies the deep explication of some appalling phenomena of our time that we tend to read in political terms, but cannot be fully realised through the political lens. Contemporary terrorism should be interpreted first of all as the spreading of a penchant for self-suppression. I know that the shaheed (suicidal terrorist) is apparently acting for political, ideological or religious motivations. But this is only the rhetorical surface. The inmost motivation of suicide is always despair, humiliation and misery. He or she who decide to destroy their own life is someone who is experiencing life as an unbearable load, and sees death as the only way out, and in murder the only vengeance against those who have deceived, humiliated and insulted her/him.

The most likely cause of the surge in suicide and particularly in murderous suicide is the transformation of social life into a factory of unhappiness of which it appears impossible to escape. The decree to be a winner, compared with the consciousness that winning is impossible, means that the only way to win (at least for a moment) is destroying other’s lives then committing suicide. 

Andreas Lubitz has sealed himself in that gory cockpit because his suffering was intolerable to him, and because he blamed his colleagues and the passengers and all the human beings of the planet as guilty of his suffering. He did what he did because he could not get rid of the unhappiness that has been devouring contemporary mankind since advertising began bombing the social brain with mandatory cheerfulness, and digital loneliness has been multiplying the nervous stimulation and encasing the bodies in the cage of the screen, and financial capitalism has been forcing everybody to work more and more time for the miserable salary of precariousness.