From the Isolated Soul Body to the Eccentric Performance of Collaborative Post-Soul Bodies

by Dr. Crank

“Eccentric performances are fueled by contradictory

desires for recognition and freedom” (8–9).

Francesca Royster

When I was twelve or thirteen years old, “Cream” by Prince was continuously played on Mexican television. It was on Channel Four, perhaps the most heteroclite and incoherent channel of national television (some say that Channel Four is the worst channel of Mexican television): in the mornings you could watch old American television shows, almost always portraying white men with cowboy hats and guns or pioneers attempting to survive somewhere that now I imagine as Kansas or Oklahoma or Idaho. Channel Four also broadcasted old films and modern American television series such as Step by Step or Home Improvement. Everyday, at perhaps two or three p.m., Channel Four uninterruptedly screened music videos featuring a wide variety of musicians and styles, including 4 Non Blondes, Mc Hammer, Inner Circle, The Police, Prince, and others. Thus, after school, it was common for me to watch Prince and his sensual troupe performing “Cream” at three p.m.

At first glance, Prince looked like a masculine wonder, a rock star making love to his yellow guitar, constantly surrounded by lots of hot white girls in negligees.

Something in Prince’s “Cream” suggested a path towards miscegenation or performative hybridity, apparently only attainable through the enchantments of sound and dance. That is how I was introduced to Post-Soul music in Mexico City, during times of political turmoil and constant public assassinations. And it was the eccentricity of Prince, his undefined and somewhat irreverent self-portrayal, what allowed me to imagine masculinity —and gender— not only in terms of rigid and traditional definitions, but also as a set of ontological maneuvers directed towards identity redefinition and social change.

Francesca Royster suggests that soul music is “the beat of heart and cock,” a gospel based sonic aesthetic that, Royster suggests, “claims its roots in the shared cultural memory of black history” (9). Indeed, soul music sounds to me as a call for political action and trust in the future, whereas post-soul music sounds more like an invitation to indulgence and individual confinement, either through sensuality or collaborative pleasure. However, Royster accurately suggests that soul music embodies a heterosexual sound and performance, while post-soul music breaks —or at least attempts to break— the boundaries of the dominant heteronormative rhythms and paces constantly shaping the energy of our bodies. Therefore, Royster invites us to listen to post-soul eccentrics as a proclamation for gender and sexual black liberation. It is the concept of the “post-soul eccentric” that I would like to focus on this essay.

Royster proposes that these eccentrics “have created a controversial and deeply historically informed response to the dehumanized black subject and stretched the boundaries of popular forms of music, ultimately shaping a new public dialogue” (8). Royster proposes musicians and performers Eartha Kitt, Stevie Wonder, George Clinton, Michael Jackson, Grace Jones, Meshell Ndegeocello, and Janelle Monáe as the eccentric objects of her study. Nevertheless, I would like to frame soul icon James Brown as a performative catalyzer of the aforementioned musicians and performers, specifically “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag” and “I feel Good” as performed in The Ed Sullivan Show in 1966.

At first, it seems that Brown is electrified, as his body meanders in its own orbit as the witness of an unprecedented corporeal freedom. James Brown is a dancing virtuoso and his body and the inner electricity fueling his performance are the sole witnesses of his virtuosity. Despite the band and chorus playing in the background, Brown’s body seems to perform in isolation, only propelled by an inner strength that will find its post-soul parallel in performances such as Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” or “Bad.”

Both James Brown and Michael Jackson exhaust themselves in their performances, as movement is accompanied in both by tension and a explosion of energy. Prince, however, does not exhaust himself: his body portrays a rhythm at times lethargic and at times gratuitously sensual. Prince’s performances are complex and collaborative mise-en-scènes where a multitude of bodies carousel under the influence of pleasure. In this regard, Royster suggests that “Moments of collaboration and contact are especially important for exposing and exploring the contingency of identity” (27). While James Brown literally sweats alone on the stage, without having any possible physical contact with other electrified bodies, both Prince and Michael Jackson – and generally the post-soul performers analyzed by Royster — articulate a continuous collaborative embodiment of liberation, whereas collaboration serves as the performative framework to suggest both difference and the social acceptance of this difference, at least within the confines of collaborative sonic formations. We could also look at performative collaboration, as displayed in “Cream” or “Beat It” or “Tightrope” by Janelle Monáe, as means of disidentification.

José Esteban Muñoz establishes in Disidentifications that “disidentification is meant to be descriptive of the survival strategies the minority subject practices in order to negotiate a phobic majoritarian public sphere that continuously elides of punishes the existence of subjects who do not conform to the phantasm of normative citizenship” (4). Muñoz draws from Kimberlé Crenshaw’s notion of intersectionality to propose a process of production, a mode of performance, and a hermeneutic (25). I identify in the collaborative mise-en-scène of both “Cream” and “Beat It” performative and sonic strategies that position the “eccentric” as a community-based subject that through collaboration acquires her social validation, even if it is in a marginal way. The eccentric, whereas we want to recognize her as a “radical and dissonant subject,” thus challenges the normative citizenship suggested by Muñoz.

In this regards, Royster proposes the following:

“The Eccentric performance includes an initial off-centeredness, the use of not-so-ordinary means and often seemingly conflicting methods of theatricality: the crossing of generic boundaries of form or the crossing of gender or racial boundaries through twice-removed actions… For musical performance, this off-centeredness is particularly important in terms of sound: falsettos, growls, shifting accents, gasps, shouts, tones that threaten to veer off-key, improvised lyrics, breaks in the ‘fourth wall’ — or silence” (28).

This enactment of eccentricity is evident in both Prince and Michael Jackson, but it acquires a radical theatricality in Grace Jones sonic and performative projects such as “My Jamaican Guy” & “Slave to the Rhythm,” where new notions of black sexuality and, furthermore, human identity are suggested as means of inter-subjective dialogue.

Soul music sonically materialized the black experience in the United States through the poietic transformation of gospel and rhythm & blues into a lyrical and instrumental re-discovery of the black body. But it is through post-soul sound and performance —as Grace Jones enacts them in her disidentified performances— that both black historical memory and the radicalization of afro-national redemption merges into the global stream of capital and neoliberalism. As a corollary, I would like to invite you all to reflect on the role of the State and its dominant axiological systems in the confection of such post-soul sonic postmodernity. To what extent is the eccentricity of such post-soul sonic artifacts a medium of political resistance or mere political neutralization? How does the post-soul aesthetics have shape your lives as postmodern American or global normative citizens? After all, as intellectuals —even if you happen to be an independent and public intellectual like myself— we are constantly confined within the discursive and institutional limits imposed by higher education institutions, even if it is only through the epistemological approaches publicized by university presses.

Furthermore, is the fact that we can theorize such relatively recent sonic and cultural phenomena the evidence of its political failure? As my answer to this final question, I propose that as we keep pushing to the margins and neutralizing cultural and biological artifacts that pose innovative approaches to current bio-political challenges —thus making invisible those disidentified communities—, our maladies and voices will remain weakened echoes of what remains unnameable within the boundaries of the most normative representations of citizenship.

Works Cited

Francesca Royster. Sounding Like a No-No: Queer Sounds and Eccentric Acts in the Post-Soul Era. University of Michigan Press, 2013.

José Esteban Muñoz. Disidentifications. University of Minnesota Press, 1999.

Kimberle Crenshaw. “Mapping the Margins: Intersectionality, Identity Politics, and Violence against Women of Color.” Stanford Law Review, vol. 43, no. 6 (Jul., 1991), pp. 1241- 1299.

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Versión original en inglés: https://kaitlinchan.com/not-your-asian-fantasy-mitskis-liberatory-sexuality

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Cuando estaba en la universidad, mi navegador de Internet se inundó con anuncios de “¡Mujeres asiáticas sexys en su área!”. Al principio me pareció divertido. ¿Mi computadora estaba husmeando en las conversaciones que había tenido con amigxs sobre la escena gay de citas dominada por blancxs de mi universidad? ¿O había reconocido las huellas que dejé en la web que indicaban mi identidad de género (mujer) y etnia (china)? En cualquier caso, esos anuncios espeluznantes fueron algunas de las únicas referencias a la sexualidad de las mujeres asiáticas que encontré. Ni una sola mujer asiática fue citada en mis guías de estudios queer, o en la proyección de películas en el cine del campus donde yo trabajaba entonces. No fue hasta que solicité que la película coreana sobre lesbianas The Handmaiden sea proyectada que pude ser testigo de alguien de un origen étnico vagamente similar al mío teniendo una vida sexual. Mis amigas asiáticas AFAB (“assigned female at birth”= asignada mujer al nacer) a menudo hablaban sobre sus experiencias de deseo sexual, placer propio y conexión. Pero más allá de nuestras conversaciones, hubo una escasez de discurso y representación. ¿Éramos solo una categoría porno, un punchline?

Uno de los muchos anuncios que vi al navegar por la web en la universidad

En 2015, todo cambió para mí cuando una cantante y compositora japonésa-estadounidense vino a mi universidad para actuar. Se llamaba Mitski y estaba promocionando su segundo álbum, Bury Me At Makeout Creek. Apenas dos años después de SUNY Purchase, lanzó prolíficamente nueva música en un sello independiente y realizó giras sin parar. Canciones como “Liquid Smooth” (de Lush, 2012) me hicieron jadear de manera audible. Su voz clara y resonante cantaba descaradamente sobre alguien que no solo anhelaba, sino que pedía, ser tocado. Sus letras que convocan la energía sexual como un río furioso y un pico montañoso son un “fuck u” a los tropos agotadores sobre mujeres asiáticas exóticas y pasivas, estereotipos que perpetúan la violencia contra nosotras. Su música evoca no solo las posibilidades del placer sexual, sino también las profundidades del dolor sexual. También dentro de Lush está “Bag of Bones”, una pieza inquietante donde la protagonista se “deshace” y se “agota” después de una noche agitada. Si bien había otros señuelos temáticos para mí, como sus referencias a la muerte, la angustia milennial y el capitalismo, fueron sus letras sobre el sexo las que despertaron las partes más vergonzosas y ocultas de mi psique. Yo también quería ser enterrada en Makeout Creek.

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La historia de los cuerpos de las mujeres asiáticas como objetos explotables y difamados crea un contexto para las ansiedades contemporáneas. Desde nociones míticas de vaginas apretadas o de costado hasta la fetichizante ‘fiebre amarilla’ en círculos de la alt-right y el vergonzoso mito del tráfico de huevos de jade que serían supuestamente de origen “chino antiguo”, gran parte de la cultura contemporánea sugeriría que en Asia la sexualidad de las mujeres está indisolublemente ligada a los legados de orientalismo y racismo, sin mencionar los valores patriarcales incrustados en algunas interpretaciones de la cultura asiática tradicional. Una proporción significativa de mujeres jóvenes asiático-americanas en la universidad cita “el mantenimiento de los valores culturales, familiares y religiosos y la armonía” como su razón principal para abstenerse de tener relaciones sexuales. Si bien esta es una decisión perfectamente razonable para un adulto joven, esto deja a las mujeres asiáticas interesadas en explorar su identidad sexual sin muchos puntos de referencia. Si articular su sexualidad es una afrenta a ser asiática, entonces, ¿dónde deja eso a las mujeres asiáticas que buscan placer más allá de ser invisibles o hiper-fetichizadas? Para mí, la música de Mitski ilumina una vía de escape.

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Si bien la música de Mitski a menudo se confunde con un gesto autobiográfico, una suposición indudablemente generada por un prejuicio de género, Mitski realmente teje un intrincado elenco de personajes que escapan a las caracterizaciones tradicionales de las mujeres asiáticas como simples y agradables. Está la extenuante frontwoman de “Recuerda mi nombre” de Be The Cowboy, que le pide a su amante que “haga un poco de amor extra” que pueda “guardar para el show de mañana”. En el ardiente y malhumorado I Bet on Losing Dogs, la protagonista se lamenta de enamorarse de parejas inestables y vuelve a su imaginación sexual en busca de consuelo. Cuando se imagina a su amante mirándola a los ojos boca abajo cuando llega al clímax, se vislumbra brevemente un momento fugaz de satisfacción.

En la canción estridente y sucia de Townie, que Jia Tolentino describe como una historia de “aventura sexual”, la narradora sin aliento y audaz proclama audazmente que no seguirá las expectativas de su padre, sino los impulsos de su propio cuerpo. Quizás lo más icónico, en el video musical de “Your Best American Girl”, Mitski se besa con su propia mano en un traje rojo cereza mientras da testimonio de una despreocupada pareja blanca y heterosexual de hipsters chapando. No hay allí narraciones simplistas de dominación sexual o sumisión. Aquí tenemos una creadora en la cima de sus poderes que narra las complejas estructuras en que el sexo se cruza con el poder, la inseguridad y la respetabilidad. En otras palabras, ella nos muestra a las cosas tal como éstas son realmente.

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Describiría mi vida amorosa en la universidad como tumultuosa en el mejor de los casos. Había esperado romance, intimidad y alegría. Lo que experimenté fue… algo completamente distinto. Pasé muchas noches de fin de semana angustiada envuelta en confusión y miedo. Además de no tener vocabulario para articular mis experiencias, también estaba demasiado avergonzada para hablarlo. Mis amigxs parecían inexplicablemente experimentadxs y “adelantadxs” en sus hazañas. Sin nadie más a quien recurrir, escuché a Mitski. Usando auriculares en la cama, acostada en la oscuridad. Los débiles sonidos de los grillos de Nueva Inglaterra se filtran en su inquietante voz. Con canciones que se rehúsan a expresar las experiencias corporales de anhelo, desesperación y éxtasis por medio de eufemismos, la música de Mitski me revivió de la presión de ser tokenizada y enajenada, conduciéndome hacia el control de mi cuerpo y el empoderamiento. Las líneas finales de “Townie” se duplican como mi mantra cada vez que me siento decepcionada con lo que veo en el espejo: “Voy a ser lo que mi cuerpo quiere que sea”. Algunos días, mi cuerpo quiere que sea una mujer fatal. La mayoría de los días, trato de esconder mis cicatrices del mundo y de las personas que me rodean. Todos los días, trato de escuchar lo que mi cuerpo me dice. Y todos los días escucho a Mitski.

Yo en mi segundo año, o lo que llamo mi año “Bury Me at Makeout Creek” (2015).

Sobre la autora:

Kaitlin (陳嘉賢) es dibujante y trabajadora cultural basada en Hong Kong. Actualmente se encuentra trabajando en una novela gráfica sobre la el ser queer, la amistad y lo que significa buscar una identidad por fuera de las categorías establecidas.

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Gabba es una ilustradora, tatuadora y artesana de México que lleva el punk en la piel y a los animales callejeros en el corazón. Compartimos con ella una divertida charla sobre su trabajo y filosofía.

Nepantla: Querida Gabba, ¡gracias por prestarte para nuestra sección de entrevistas! Empecemos por los animales siniestros. ¿Cómo se te ocurrió retratar el mundo oscuro y perverso de nuestros animales domésticos?

Gabba: Tal vez me decidí a hacerlo porque me cautivan fácilmente. Su comportamiento, sus sonidos, sus movimientos y su expresión facial. Demuestran ser mucho más empáticos que muchos de nuestros semejantes. Cuando era niña tomaba una enciclopedia vieja de mi papá que tenía un apartado de fábulas ilustradas. Me provocaba escalofrío leer tanta crudeza de la cual entendía la mitad, pero los dibujos le daban equilibrio a esa sensación. Creo que aquellas fábulas que le inventaron voces y personalidad a estos seres son vigentes, y que estos cómics solo tratan de contar formas de crueldad y estupidez más apegada a nuestros tiempos. Bueno…también algunos aciertos. Desde hace unos diez años se visibiliza en tiempo real lo desquiciado y bizarro del comportamiento humano. Cada día resulta un poco más absurdo que el anterior. Las ideas u opiniones de las personas cambian velozmente, las veo encontrar equilibrio y después se vuelven muy complejas

N: Tenés mascotas? Podemos establecer nuevas alianzas con los animales?

G: Tengo dos perras de raza pequeña, y la forma en que son tratadas en casa difícilmente es una relación mascota y amo, y a veces humanizarlas es inevitable cuando paso demasiado tiempo con ellas. No sé si un animal pueda tener alianzas reales con seres cutres y mal intencionados como las personas (jaaaa), quizás sólo si éstos respetan su espacio y su libertad. Creo que nunca seremos lo suficientemente conscientes como para merecer una compañía tan grata como la suya.

Existe mucha información en redes para re-aprender la convivencia con ellos, condenar su explotación y sobre todo ir mucho más allá de las paredes de nuestros minúsculos hogares y nuestras caóticas y violentas ciudades para poner atención en los que sólo reclaman el espacio del que han sido despojados por proyectos progres. Hay gente buena y humilde que los cuida desinteresadamente y pues, me agrada ver como la sociedad se suma con grandes o pequeñas acciones a estas causas, pero lo que dije anteriormente viene mejor de otro tipo de persona; no puedo opinar más al respecto por la forma en que me gano la vida y mis hábitos.

N: Tu estilo tiene algo de punk old-school bien agrio. Cómo lo definirías vos? Qué te interesa mostrar o qué te inspira?

G: No me he detenido a definirlo porque me parece que lo que hago se reduce a tiras simples y dibujos rudimentarios. En el caso de la propaganda, podría definirlo como desechable…caduca la fecha del evento y se autodestruye. No tengo un objetivo, pero procuro enfocarme en dibujar ideas recurrentes cuando tengo tiempo, que muy seguro vienen de leer tanta mierda en internet desde que amanezco… desde la nota más rosa, pop e inútil, hasta la local más amarillista y sangrienta.

N: Tus cómics me parecen geniales. Estás trabajando en algo nuevo?

G: Quisiera dibujar canciones completas, muchas que me gustan y convertirlas en viñetas. Llevo poco en eso, y soy tardada dibujando, por ello es difícil concretarlo, se atraviesan algunas comisiones, de las cuales estoy muy agradecida, pero a veces me impiden darle continuidad. Llevo también algunos años en una serie de dibujos de un formato más grande y son acerca de la muerte (tema sobreexplotado en mi país, pero que me sigue motivando)

N: Además de dibujar haces chokers, harnesses y trabajo artesanal en piel (que, por cierto, están geniales). Cómo es tu día? Dividís tus tareas de modo fijo o es algo fluctuante?

G: Mi horario está invertido. Despierto casi a medio día, si hay mala suerte antes. Ahora todo va de labores domésticas, tiempo para salir a lo estrictamente necesario o cualquier pendiente que surja, no hay una rutina tan marcada. Antes del Covid-19, invertía ése tiempo para hacer entregas de mis productos por la ciudad, comprar material, visitar a mis amigos, andar en bici. Después del ajetreo era llegar a mi casa, cenar y a media noche comenzar a trabajar accesorios o dibujar aproximadamente 6 horas. Ahora el encierro me ha dado más tiempo de ocio pero no ha sido muy productivo porque sólo dan ganas de trabajar en la madrugada.

N: Cómo empezaste a tatuar?

G: Cuando salí de la universidad pasé casi ocho meses buscando empleo sin éxito. Justo la crisis laboral por la que atravesaba me hizo darle vuelta a la página y abandonar la antropología. El boom del tatuaje era entonces, herramientas a la mano y ya… de repente era yo, muy concentrada haciendo servicio a domicilio a algunas personas que quedaban satisfechas con mi trabajo y después de casi ocho años de no tocar ni un cuaderno de dibujo comencé a practicar no sólo dibujando flashes aburridos, sino lo que me gusta realmente.

N: Y cómo empezaste con lo de los chokers?

G: Mi padre, que es un artesano brillante y que admiro, me alentó a aprender el oficio. Esta vez tratándose de él, de manera muy disciplinada seguí al pie de la letra sus enseñanzas, y aún me falta mucho camino por recorrer para llegar a hacer las cosas que él hace y la calidad que logra con el mínimo de herramientas y cero máquinas que le restarían valor a su trabajo.

N: Cómo es el tema con flyers? Cómo te contactas con las bandas? Vas a muchos conciertos?

G: Comencé a frecuentar tocadas de punk local y a hacer nuevos amigos hace unos años. Muchos tenían bandas y de casualidad alguno de sus conocidos que vio mi trabajo en instagram me solicitó hacer uno muy especial y de ahí en adelante. La difusión de algunos flyers en redes y el apoyo de amigas y amigos hacia mi trabajo me trajeron comisiones que disfruté mucho. He realizado algunas comisiones para otro tipo de eventos, diseños para camisetas de algunas bandas y hasta para una casa de modas. Respecto a lo último…en realidad la vida adulta, el no tener salario y las responsabilidades no me permiten asistir a tantos eventos como quisiera.

N: Cómo estás sobrellevando el mundo viral? Hace poco entrevisté a otro artista de Ecuador (Ernesto Salazar Rodríguez) y le pregunté cómo había sido su relación con su cuerpo durante la cuarentena.

G: Ha sido mucho aprendizaje. Cosas simples como cruzar más de 5 palabras con algún vecino o tendero del barrio se convirtieron en un reto para mí. Nunca había permanecido tanto tiempo en éste perímetro. Lidiar con la personalidad de las personas que tienen miedo terrible de ser contagiados, o de manera contrastante, cruzarme con sujetos que tienen el hábito de escupir constantemente en el asfalto, han sido una prueba grande a mi paciencia, muy cretino de mi parte admitirlo, porque tuve el privilegio de aislarme debido a que no tengo necesidad de salir para poder trabajar.

Y bueno, el ritmo que llevamos en una ciudad tan grande y congestionada. Antes de salir unx se pinta tres rayas en la cara en un par de minutos para lucir presentable. Importa un pito si debes viajar en un camión donde ya no cabe ni una aguja, y comer en un puesto callejero de precios irresistibles no te detiene a pensar en una diarrea explosiva y escandalosa. Ahora con la presencia del virus, durante el confinamiento se tiene todo el tiempo para pensar en lo que no funciona a la perfección en nuestro organismo y nuestra imagen. Así que, la relación con mi cuerpo ha sido un verdadero fastidio. Quizás reclama el castigo al que fue sometido todos estos años con mis excesos.

N: La primera vez que ví tus cosas fue en Tumblr, donde tenías un blog de ilustración. Buenas épocas cuando Tumblr todavía era una plataforma más alternativa. Es loco pensar que en internet las cosas también envejecen.

G: Recuerdo que abrí mi cuenta justo en 2010 y se convirtió en un espacio microfamoso. Lo tuve al corriente muchísimo tiempo, quizás en mi afán de no abandonar mi cariño por la ilustración y mi respeto por los ilustradores. Dediqué mucho a la difusión de su trabajo importando muchísimas imágenes a esa plataforma y escribiendo créditos, y ahora cuando lo abro para seguir reblogueando, a veces me doy un pequeño golpecito de aprobación en el hombro que dice “… estuvo bien, Gabba; esto nunca fue tiempo perdido”. En éstos días lo visito y difícilmente comprendo la jerga de los usuarios y solo hay spam en mi bandeja de entrada.

Yo envejecí a la misma velocidad que Tumblr. Y por supuesto que fue tiempo perdido, pero ése casi siempre es el mejor.

N: Alguna rola o libro para recomendarnos durante el encierro?

G: Cualquier recomendación que pudiera hacer sobre un libro apestaría. Quizás de alguna canción no tanto…entonces sería ésta porque la escuche hace unos días y sentí que describía el estado de mi cuerpo y mi mente durante estos noventa días de confinamiento, es de una banda que ya no existe y el vocalista es ilustrador

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Sabrina’s new EP + Interview

Sabrina’s new EP “The Negative” has been just released by Jaringan Records.

Here you can listen to her album and make your collaboration:

Nepantla: Hey! How are you? Thank you for letting me do this second interview!

Sabrina: Hi, thanks for noticing the release. It was a blast to create.

N: Your new work has just been released, so would you say that the EP has a specific theme?

S: This album doesn’t have a specific theme. All of the tracks are an exploration, experiments that I have been doing during these last months.

N: I really like your approach to rhythms in “The Negative”. Rhythms play a central role in the ep. How did you come to work with rhythms?

S: They are experiments that take inspiration from sacred practices of indigenous cultures and how they used music in them.

N: Do you sample real sounds?

S: Yes and no. I have done some field recordings of void spaces and layer them in the tracks. Other sounds came from the devices that I’m using which have fixed but mangle-able sounds.

N: There is something very pristine, very clear in the sounds. On the other side, there is a general darkness present in all the tracks. Do you want to transmit a particular feeling?

S: The acceptance of negative energy into a chemical wash of positivity.

N: How do you imagine people hearing your music? Do you think of it more as background music, or music to listen to while you are walking…? What would be the best situation to hear it?

S: I imagine people having earworms with the rhythms ringing in their brains. Whenever possible as the soundtrack of your life. haha

N: And by the way, why “the Negative”?

S: I wanted to play with the duality of thoughts. Like in film and photography, the negative is what is stored inside the camera and should not be exposed until it’s time to process it into a beautiful picture.

N: Something else you want to share?

S: To go in depth with the devices that you have in your hand. Some barriers are actually just a hurdle.

N: I like that, that sounds very object-oriented! Thank you, Sabrina!

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Vapor-trap? An interview with Bruja

Bruja is a Romanian musician making a name for herself by combining and navigating genres with ease. She combines trap beats with lyricism, harmonious hooks, vaporwave vibes, and metal fury. Musical imports, like trap or vaporwave, are usually not too creative. They work by following a certain recepy: take a popular beat, add some local sounds, make it visually and thematically attractive, and done.

Bruja doesn’t follow that recipe, or at least her music shows more than a mear mercantile, consumerist track creation. What draw me to her music was the way in which her music acts as a mirror for the split Romanian society. Her music actualizez the nostalgias of the 90s – marked by a sudden openness to Western culture and at the same time a deep social and financial divide to the West that created that culture – with the millennial digital bliss – that doesn’t see itself as a newcomer in a newly imported musical landscape, but feels at home there. Precisely because of this mix of attitudes – nostalgia and digital (almost ignorant) bliss – makes her music have a vaporwave aura. Vaporwave with a twist though. It’s more like vapor-trap, and I have a feeling that Bruja (intentionally or not) explores fully the nature of trap to not be a fixed framework. Trap is easily imported and easily modifiable, because it fluctuated between its own determinations. For this reason it can bridge vaporwave with domains of sound that vaporwave never saw as itself.

For a Romanian like myself this brings great hopes, as Romanian music has been chasing for years the mainstream Western culture, always falling behind. It could be that in this case, Bruja’s music can set a new goal to be chased by others.

Let’s see what Bruja has to say about my humble reactions to her music.


Interview with Bruja

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Forum Nepantla: Dear Bruja, thank you for accepting our interview. How are you and how are you managing the lockdown?

Bruja: Hey! With pleasure. I’ok, I’m managing this quarantine as good as I can … sleeping by day, and staying up at night, writing, watching series… you know … like everybody. I’m trying not to think to much about conspiracy theories and to do what’s recommended.

FN: I saw you released a recent video with Brasov that seems to be recorded during the quarantine. Was this planned or would you call it spontaneous lockdown art?

Bruja: The video with Brasov was shot before the quarantine, and we had planned it for a long time now.

FN: Your song “Lo-Fi” sparked my interest in this interview. Could you tell us more about the idea behind the song?

Bruja: “Lo-Fi” is a piece of me, my pink, dreamy side. I was inspired by the lo-fi genre, and what I added on top of that just came to me on the spot. When I compose, it may well be that I develop the general concept only after creating the beats and not before. It depends. With “lo-fi” everything was spontaneous, unplanned, and while I was looking for lyrics in my head I stumbled upon some 90s nostalgias and just went with it.

FN: You title yourself “a vaporwave wolf” with an “anime heart”. Could you explain what this means for you?

Bruja: I don’t believe in coincidences. Why am I saying this? Because the idea of calling my self a “wolf” came from my need of showing myself as nature leads me. This was before I met two cool chicks that became my friends and after the song came out recommended me the same book – without knowing each other – “Women who run with the wolves”. They don’t know each other, which lead me to believe that I attract exactly what I wish for. Plus, wolves are fucking badass besides their wild and protective nature – when it comes to their pups. I just think they have an OK behavior. My heart is anime because I grew up on them. I adore anime, manga, the whole lot. I guess I am an otaku girl.

FN: For me, your song mixes in a very interesting way the nostalgia of vaporwave and analog media culture with millennial gadgetry dominated by the sound of trap. Was this your intention?

Bruja: Like I was saying , most of the times, ideas just come to me. It wasn’t my intention to do this necessarily. I just went with the beat it and it led me there, step by step. I kind of let the beat speak for itself 🤷🏻‍♀️

FN: Do you think we can envision a new type of vaporwave – vapor-trap? A nostalgically alert beat that bridges the VGA and Wi-Fi generations and plays around with “non-linear rules” like you say in “Ia loc”?

Bruja: Vapor-trap sounds nice. It could lead to something in time. I will continue to make similar tracks and with more powerful vaporwave and lo-fi influence. We can play with so many things and make millions of musical combinations. Why not? It could be a new genre.  

FN: You are one of the few female voices in Romanian rap that is breaking through to the mainstream. How does this affect you and do you think your voice can bring any change in the industry?

Bruja: I am happy people listen to me and that my numbers keep on growing. I can only say I am happy with what I have to offer and what I got until now. I restrain myself to this state regarding my goals for the meantime and I hope everybody gets to hear my voice, because I do have a lot to say. The industry is anyways continually changing and I guess only time will show my contributions to that change.

FN: You play around with a lot of symbols associated with sexual power relations – like in your song “Spice Girl” – and you reconfigure them. This is also palpable in “Ia loc” where you criticize statical, authority based ideas. Does Feminism play any role in your music? If so, how do you understand it?

Bruja: I don’t see myself as a feminist necessarily. I’m just defending women’s rights and trying to give young girls the confidence to bloom like beautiful, strong  women without bowing their heads to certain “situations” so to say, as is usually expected from them from parents, or society in general.

FN: What are your future plans?

Bruja: To get on the Billboard. Hahaha

FN: Thank you for the interview.

Bruja: Thank you too! Stay safe!


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Philosophy and the fist: when reality hits you in the face

We often hear the expression “you need to face reality”! What happens when reality faces you? What happens when reality hits you – literaly – in the face? I have had my share fair of encounters with reality. Fortunately, I have also been privileged enough to take a step back and reflect in peace. This article is about the facticity of reality and its impossibility of negation when it “faces” you. I will start with some anecdotes and then navigate my way to an analysis of facticity in music via Koran Streets’ songs.

The anecdotes

I was playing hide and seek. I was hidden behind a car and was enjoying the immortality of childhood. I was caught up in a magic reality that smelled of grandour and destinal heroism. Somebody grabbed me from behind, immobilizing me – a 10 year old kid – while two others were hitting me repeatedly, with no purpose, with no result. They left and I was left behind, behind the car and behind my questions. My friends saw me and told my parents. I wasn’t able, I couldn’t really do anything. My enraged father went on to find my agressors. He asked me if I know who they were. I knew, but at the same time I knew that I don’t want him to face them, so I said nothing.

Certain realities punched my innocent face. I suddenly felt time in my bones and the absurdity of contingent violence. Gratuitous violence. They didn’t steal anything, they just punched, laughed and left. No more destinal heroism, just a feeling of exposure. At the time I thought the gratuitous violence was monstruous and spectacular. It took me a lot of time to understand its banality, its contingency, its facticity.

Such realities confronted me more times than I would like to admit. But let’s fast forward to its banality.

I was visiting Mexico, where my wife’s family lives. We were there for one of her conferences. A lecture on evil in Aristotle. Mexico City is impressive and sleeping beauty out of all its pores. Especially beautiful is the UNAM campus, where the conference was. After the succesful lecture, we went for some beers. We were laughing on the way and I was completely involved in the succulent beauty of Mexico. A kind of beauty that flows like juice from agave leaves. You can’t resist it. We came to a bus station. There, my eyesight was gravitating towards a certain point. I wasn’t aware of this at first, until it hit me. A missing person poster with stamps on some of the photos: “dead”. I was struck by it, I couldn’t communicate anymore – even though nobody noticed. The others were not affected in the least. The poster was supurating violence just as the beauty of Mexico was flowing like a thick juice out of an agave leaf. It was then and there that I understood the banality of violence, present in every pore, errupting from time to time like unforeseeable spurts of lava. It was there when I understood the gratuity of violence, nothing spectacular to it.

Just as agave juice, reality and violence can get transformed. They can be isolated and shiped away. Reality doesn’t hit the same way in Tepito as it does in Lomas de Chapultepec. In Tepito it has few places to hide. In las Lomas it has too many. It hides in big houses and private security. It hides from sight, far away from the pristine hills of the rich. In Tepito and other similar places around the world it supurates continuously, as mundane as the taco places present at every corner. This happens in philosophy as well.

Rejecting the real

Philosophy often neglects the violent. It tucks it away in a corner to save face, to save continuity and systemity. It transforms it into concepts and conceptual networks. It gives it a framework that cannot fully encompass it and generalizez it as a contingent, negligent aspect of coherent thought. As Badiou or Nancy put it, philosophy cannot resist the tempation to think everthing under one unifying principle. It should though. It should look at the continuously rearranging multiplicities that often spark violence in the attempt to assert their unity, their identity. I do not wish to advocate for violence here. I wish to show that ignoring it, wrapping it up in nicely presented, conceptual abstractions repeats violence and let’s it perpetuate itself. Violence is like a trauma. It gets repeated infinitely when resisted to with artificial tools. Violence should not be tucked away in neetly ordered logical systems. It should be heard.

Let me expand with a somewhat surprising philosopher in this context – Jean-Luc Marion. Jean Luc Marion’s Phenomenology has either been associated with theology, fine art or major historical events. Many have accused him of not accounting for a great deal of phenomena and thus not respecting the universality principle of phenomenology. Christina Gschwandtner has already dealt with these issues in analysing the range of givenness – one of his central concepts – in Marion’s phenomenology. She states that, even though Marion seldomly speaks of common phenomena in terms of givenness, he does account for them. She however points out that Marion describes powerful, overwhelming phenomena, called saturated, by refering mostly to one type of phenomenon, in this case the historical event. Gschwandtner further argues that such an understanding of phenomenality can be applied to other phenomena as well, such as nature or climate change for example. Marion does indeed seem to restrict his descriptions of saturated phenomena to works of art, which are not accessible to all, to religious experiences, which most do not experience, to historical events, which do not affect us all in the same degree, or to generally liminal experiences, which do fail to support the commonality of saturation. Marion does however bring his concept of givenness and saturation into actuality by applying it to the events of September 11 and showing, how such an event forces us to seek new perspectives on reality. How? by saturating our concepts, by making them idle.

A violent, powerful, shaking event shows the limits of our ability to hide it conceptually, to empoverish it via representational defense mechanisms. It continues to face our conceptual resistance and saturate it, just like a thick juice saturating an agave until eventually it pours out. This forces us to reevaluate our concepts, to re-design our frameworks and see them from a new perspective. It forces us to accept its facticity and not ignore it as a negligible accident.

Let’s go back to Las Lomas to understand this better. The rich live in Las Lomas. If you were to visit Las Lomas alone you would think you are walking on the streets of an exotic part of Barcelona. You would think that paradise is achievable and violence has no place there. You would think that the wealth concentrated there and the nicely arranged aesthetics have squashed violence. Until you see all the security requirements, the high walls defending the individual paradises. Then you understand violence was not squashed, it was just hidden down in the lower parts of the city. It still looms over wealth as an evergrowing danger. The concentration of wealth in Las Lomas, and other parts, resolves nothing. Instead it deepens the divide between nicely wrapped realities and violent ones. It condemns some to realistic ignorance and others to everlasting confrontations with violent reality. And the divide keeps on growing as Las Lomas never faces reality and reality never faces it – just accidentally and then gets swept away under some nicely trimmed grass. The realities of the two are so different that is seems unlikely they will ever meet, unlikely that violent reality will ever face Las Lomas and invite them to accept other perspectives, to change, to reasses their isolating strategies.

Here is where the genius of hip hop comes in, and in the sea of hip hop the genius of Koran Streets.

Right in front of mama’s house

Just like the missing person posters that shook me, Koran Streets breaks away your neatly painted reality and forces you to face a powerful image. The all-enduring, refugeless violence.

Violence is not spectacular, it is not heroic overcoming of hardship. It is instead an invasion of reality extending itself to the deepest regions of safety. Power struggles, illegal activity, raw violence, all take place “right in front of mama’s house”. The maternal or paternal environment is something that most of us associate with safety, with refuge and support. The presence of violence in this nest of comfort confronts us with the privilege of calling maternal enviroment safe. It digs deep into the ideality of reality and replaces it with sheer stress, with raw, unalterated struggle for survival.

An invasion of maternal space is not something we all have in common, but it is something that we all can imagine as a most intimate and violent attack on the ideality of our reality. Koran Streets takes his reality and shoves it into our face, forcing us to accept it, or at least inviting us to accept it. Its delivering simplicity is non-negociable and undeniable. Accepting its point of view forces us to change the statical nature of our divisive conceptual frameworks and work on opening them up to change. Hip hop is for this reason not a mere expression of triviality, but a political platform for neglected realities.

Let me detail this a bit more. Violence is often marginalized and when it happens in those marginalized regions it is easily dismissable. Think of violence in poor neighbourhoods. Reporting of acts of violence in such a neighbourhood is often accompanied by justifications for such acts: the people were involved in illegal activity, the victims are suspected of having connections with illegal activity, or they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. When Koran Streets choses to have the hook of his song desplay in a factual manner that everything happens right in front of his mother’s house, right in the middle of what one would imagine to be a safe space, he perfectly describes that for some there is no wrong place, no wrong time, no consensual or planned involvement.

By using this simple imagery he invites (forcefully) others to assume his perspective of non-choice, of factual involvement and non-consensual violence. When we assume this perspective and see that there is no one divergent individual to blame but a whole system that gives no space for refuge, we are also invited to entertain new perspectives. We are at least given the opportunity to reflect: how is this possible? how can one deal with such constant stress? what can I do?

Furthermore, assuming this perspective, where the maternal space is in no way the picture perfect lawn on which children peacefully play, we recognize the non-statistical dimension of violence. We recognize the experience described as an actual suffering, as actual stress, as deep personal experiencing.

The sad irony

Me writing this article is the irony. Even though songs or depictions of violence such as that of Koran Streets invite or force us to acknowledge the authenticity, the facticity, and the personal suffering of violence, it also has the disadvantage of being perceived as a momentarily emphatic moment that serves to relieve our consciousness. Like a picture of starving children on social media, or a painting in a museum of refugees fleeing, Koran Streets’ song can impact us. The impact however often remains isolated to that fleeting experience we had in a museum looking at the above painting, or at a concert hearing Koran Streets. This is perfectly described in Boogie’s “n**** needs” video.

Boogie sings of the struggle, the doubts, the plans, the awarness of change, all while being depicted as a bleeding show piece. Personal suffering, the fight to overcome challenges and indeed the search for one’s identity are objectified as “occasions to reflect”, and then unfortunately to move on. They are consumed as short visits to new realities. A sort of moral, political tourism.

This article is in many ways just that. A short incursion into a reality of violence, that gets read, but does not necessarily do it justice. It consumes it and covers it in concepts. Realizing this cruel irony is however a first step in elliciting not just empathy but awareness. The awareness is not enough. Here is where I think Jean-Luc Marion comes in handy – even though he does not have a straight forward political or societal view, even though he has been accused of conservatism.

Assuming other perspectives, such as that of a person living in constant fear, stress, or violence, is for Marion not a momentarily excurion to a different perception of reality. It is more the necessary step in changing one’s own reality in such a way that the conceptual dismissal of the foreign reality does not get shut down. This experience of another perspective, another way of experiencing is for Marion a responsibility of changing ourselves, of accepting responsibility for the other and building new conceptual frameworks that do not continue to marginalize the marginalized. The fist of reality should not ellicit mere feelings, but active work on one’s own philosophies, in order to build new, inclusive, aware, responsible systems.


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Self-increasing music

UPDATE: Since the publication of this article Adrian Iosof has made his debut album available on soundcloud. His tracks remind us of the joyful experimenting of the 70’s, when artists would create, play around with what they had available. This somewhat contingent way of composing is in stark contrast to our consumerist creativity, where everything is at our disposal, everything is at hand. “Make do with what you have” is a childish, joyful art motto that composes music with the audacity of transforming the banal, everyday objects or sounds surrounding us into self-expressing images. While these self-expressing images can take on the playful, joyous tempo that have produced them – “Primus” or “Ringtones”, they can also gain a more somber musical autonomy like “Celestial” or “Yaouah”.


Deleuze calls music the perfect example of a rhizomorphic ontology because it grows from an aparallel evolution of its parts. A rhizome is not a series of parts growing exponantially into each other. One part does not come before the other nor does it cause any other. There is no preceding unity of elements that then specifies itself in well defined subordinates. A rhizome is a fractal organic formation in which parts are self-standing but also essentially connected to each other element.

Deleuze speaks of a bee and a flower: they are distinct entities, from distinct species, that nevertheless evolve together in a rhizomatique field, i.e., a field in which heterogenous parts are interconnected and grow together, without being subdued by an overarching, superior homogenous form.

Deleuze’s rhizome reminds us of Husserl’s time conciousness in which every “now” is a field of experience necessarily interconnected to its expansion in the future (protention) as well as its trace in the past (retention). Time is for Husserl a framework of such retentions and protentions, that originates in an original impression – that is only experienced through its pulsating retentions and protentions – and gains a unitary form in the lived consiousness of time. Take the unity of consciousness and the original impression away and you end up with something similar to a rhizome: a self-increasing and self-contained formation, that is not self-enclosed but grows beyond its form in heterogenous relations: it spreads its roots, it reaches out to new forms – the same as music.

Adrian Iosof’s Aurora reflects such a movement. Named after the aurora borealis and reminding of Jean-Michel Jarre’s retro-techno Oxygene Iosof’s Aurora seems to grow from within its etherical howl and evolving aparallely to its well-defined low-fi beats. It dissipates then in a similar manner.

Aurora is part of an album by Adrian Iosof that is still in mastering and is planned to come out later this year. This article is a small teaser of Iosof’s music.