100% agree on that.
I remember going out to a work do the weekend after the R Kelly documentary aired. I loved R Kellyâs music, even after the original allegations fifteen years ago (which Iâm embarassed by, but they seemed unreal and didnât stick, which is a failing on my part), but I feel squeamish listening to his music now, and I certainly wouldnât think to play several of his singles to a busy bar full of customers⌠unlike the DJ at this venue who had clearly thought âooh, R Kellyâs in the news now, letâs get that vibe.â Truly dismal.
Apart from PYT obvs
Really grim, this.
Not surprised by Craig and May, but Omar S⌠damn.
Good to read. Especially since I still love Craigâs music. Heâs dropped in my estimation somewhat though.
Would you play a Derrick may record now? Asking for a friend.
Iâd say not. Iâve offloaded most that I had the last few years.
Itâs not like thereâs a lack of choice in terms of what to play.
Yeah probably. Although I only ever really loved nude photo.
Edit : maybe a better answer âonly if the mix absolutely demanded it â
not gonna lie, i still love those records. i donât need to play them out, though. and i sure as shit wouldnât book him!
the fact that his tracks are somewhat faceless and instrumental gives him a bit of cover. if he was blatantly singing or rapping about his offensives (r. kelly), or if he was so well known just the sound of his voice freaked everyone out (michael jackson), or if his records were basically shit (erick morillo) then iâd probably feel different.
DJ Pierre on FB yesterday, posting absolute drivel in defence of M*rillo. Really depressing stuff.
Whats he said? (not on fb)
if itâs as depressing as it sounds, does it need more airtime?
Good read
We were at the Eric Gill museum (now renamed) in Ditchling at the weekend. Quite a difficult history, especially with Gill Sans being used as eg the BBC typeface (and Save the Children have only just stopped using it after decades).
But I donât think itâs a paedo typeface, you know.
Nah. Although the Ashley Beedle remix of Strings, not least because IIRC, DM was incredibly pissed off by it. But even then, probably not.
Kinda related: I once had the dubious privilege of spending some time with Morillo and his fawning enabler from EMI (or whatever) back in Manchester days and saw first hand how he was getting downright predatory on some rather young women. And then thinking offering them some chang would make them up for it (reader, it had totally the opposite effect). After suggesting that this wasnât particularly cool, and getting a predictable response, I turned my efforts to suggesting to said women that they were better off getting the fuck away from these two (perhaps not quite in those words, and perhaps sotto voce, but did what I thought was right as best I could at the time). They testosterone coked up twosome were obviously not happy and bleated about it until they thought another bump was of more interest. But itâs still something that makes me somewhat uncomfortable recalling it.
TLDR: fuck misogynistic predatory arseholes. All of them.
Interesting read.
Maybe itâs ok to acknowledge good art by bad people, and at the same time move on from that acknowledgement by choosing to spend oneâs time/money/platform giving attention to other stuffâŚ?
I certainly wonât dispute the massive and profound impact of certain DM tracks one at a tender age. But I canât see myself going back to them now, for many reasons (to - badly, and probably inaccurately - paraphrase McCready from a while ago, those who continue to look back tend to end up falling over). But if the ideals that excited us involved the future, looking and thinking forward with a view to positive change seems to be - to me, at least - a way of keeping the faith. We can but try.
Claire Dederer has written a new book that tackles this subject âMonsters: A Fanâs Dilemmaâ. I spotted it last week, but havenât bought it yet. It covers artists in general, not just musicians.
Iâm sure it says more about me than anything else but everytime this thread crops up the first person I think of is Rolf Harris.
I read it. Definitely amusing and thought provoking but the subtitle doesnât do it justice. She really goes there with her personal life, admits to her own monsterism, but sheâe addressing the whole question of creativity and what it takes to actually get anything of any quality out into the world. I think it would be fair to call it a book about particularly female ways of thought, especially with the #metoo furor of the past few years - thus, valuable for males to read. Ultimately, I took her point to be that you just have to make up your own mind about what you will tolerate. That itâs an almost impossible task to separate artist from their art. But I could be wrong.