recent SNL bit about Greenville, South Carolina

0bleak

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almost posted in the "it's 1989" thread, but makes more sense in this self-indulgent thread and also the city in the thread title and also an excuse to post a track that I like without clogging up the choon of the day thread

PLAY AS LOUD AS TECHNOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE


It's 1989 - The first time you're being held in a mental hospital.
They're experimenting on you with drugs.
You're twitching, spazzing out - no control over yourself or your body. Limbs are autonomous and automatic.
I can't not move.
Disembodied except for excruciatingly painful nervousness.
 

0bleak

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^i'm talking about from ~senior year of high school through to the good time early to mid 90s (although also leaving out large parts like the year in Orlando, and a brief excursion back to Lexington, KY and things like that)
 

thirdform

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There were some things that REALLY didn't sit right with me about how the marching band teacher would have us all pray before we performed (whether it was at marching band competitions, playing at football games, parades, etc.)
Was that even legal?! What happened to separation of church and state?
Not that I cared at all, and thought he was a cool guy - there was a sort of teaching assistant for the band to teach the color guard, but the band teacher surely must have known that the person they hired to teach the "color guard" (think cheerleaders but doing routines while waving around flags, etc.) was gay (seriously, think of the stereotype of the look of a gay man in the time period and that was him - he was always just so hip, and the way he carried himself and talked). How did that teacher reconcile that?
I mean, all of us kids knew - surely that conservative, bible-thumping teacher must have known! or did he really just not know, or was willfully blind to it?
and then sometimes the teacher would have us go play to support some politician (always a republican, of course).
I thought I was totally alone in thinking that kind of stuff (prayer and supporting politicians) was just very over the line because no one ever spoke up about it - nor did any parents or other "authority figures" - was I just insane?

we had hymn practice every tuesday in primary school. I thought it was very odd because it was just a regular state school in north london, and there were many muslims, Jews and hindus.

Although having said that, one of my friends went to a catholic girls school were there were practically no catholics and it was predominantly muslims and hindus.

You get all these kinds of weird anomalies in the UK.
 

thirdform

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OMG that reminds me of the couple of times when, I guess because it was raining too hard and there was worry of the rain harming the instruments or something (?), the band teacher had us use kazoos instead when were in the bleachers at a football game or backing up some political figure running for office.
Why, though? Just why?!
I'm sure nothing would have been better than that horrible noise!

I also don't understand football games in the USA at all. Here it is something (well not disreputable not since the 80s at least) but very much a subculture of sorts, like bill shankley said, I assure you, it's much worse than death. I mean soccer, btw. We don't have your game of football, they tried to play nfl games here but they never took off.

I was an ok footballer for a while, but because I was visually impaired, the kids at school refused to have the teams play with the rattle inside the ball so that I could hear it, because it would slow down their game. That was also the days when I learnt never to go to teachers with complaints of bullying or exclusion, because they will always tell you that you are a health and safety hazzard/in the wrong. So instead it was just me and my blind friend kicking it about and running. you can't have a soccer game with two players. Was a fairly disheartening experience.

This was also only in physical education class. I was not allowed into the grounds of the school at all because the head teacher said I lacked peripheral vision so I would harm myself. I thought he was bullshitting a lot and trying to isolate me but however much I told people even including my parents that it was retarding my social skills, i could not get through to anyone. My parents understood, I think, but they were resigned and said well we can't do anything about it. Which I suppose was true, but still fucked my head up.
 

thirdform

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JUST AS I ALWAYS SAY, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT UNLESS YOU'RE A WOMAN, A PERSON OF COLOR OR LGBTQ+
I wrote something a couple of weeks ago detailing just a few of the problems I faced with severe NVLD* in my high school years, something that took me several hours to write AND FUCKING CRICKETS
IF I WERE A WOMAN, A PERSON OF COLOR OR LGBTQ+ PEOPLE WOULD BE HANDING OUT MEDALS AND CELEBRATING ME"

This is interesting because I wouldn't describe myself as a person of colour (I'm not sure how much that categorisation makes sense in the UK) but I am brown skinned and visually impaired. One thing I've noticed is that the visual impairment cancels out the oppressed group status of me being Kurdish, and I am not allowed to be straight talking and forthright (rare places like here excluded of course.) You get tokenistic attempts at sympathy but they are very superficial, as if the person giving the sympathy in question does not want to defend you, but wants to be seen to be.

But again I'm not sure what poc means in the UK.
 

thirdform

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another funny thing: white women (it is always white women) will pull me up at the tiniest transgression where I have said something that could be potentially misconstrued, and then will do a complete 360 when they find out I'm visually impaired. Yet they never do that for their white male friends. It's very strange, it must be my foreign name?
 

thirdform

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the last time when I had a predominantly white friend group in offline life, was the last time I had a social life and went psychotic after that. It's not like they were racist or anything, never any of that at all, but there was always this air of a calculated distance, like cracking too many jokes would get you into hot waters where people would give you the side eye. Very strange. I think because they were predominantly middle class university students with a lot of pretensions of how to appear to others, they lacked what I needed at the time, expressive personalities when I was descending into substance abuse. It can be quite alienating being around the british middle classes (of all races really, although there isn't a big black middle class.) I recon a lot of leftist paranoia is fed through these middle class aspirational social protocols.

Whereas me and my pakistani blind friend in high school would spend hours cracking jokes.
 

thirdform

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I also don't understand football games in the USA at all. Here it is something (well not disreputable not since the 80s at least) but very much a subculture of sorts, like bill shankley said, I assure you, it's much worse than death. I mean soccer, btw. We don't have your game of football, they tried to play nfl games here but they never took off.

I was an ok footballer for a while, but because I was visually impaired, the kids at school refused to have the teams play with the rattle inside the ball so that I could hear it, because it would slow down their game. That was also the days when I learnt never to go to teachers with complaints of bullying or exclusion, because they will always tell you that you are a health and safety hazzard/in the wrong. So instead it was just me and my blind friend kicking it about and running. you can't have a soccer game with two players. Was a fairly disheartening experience.

This was also only in physical education class. I was not allowed into the grounds of the school at all because the head teacher said I lacked peripheral vision so I would harm myself. I thought he was bullshitting a lot and trying to isolate me but however much I told people even including my parents that it was retarding my social skills, i could not get through to anyone. My parents understood, I think, but they were resigned and said well we can't do anything about it. Which I suppose was true, but still fucked my head up.

the upside of this was i was able to listen to music when the kids were on their breaks.

sometimes i could even pick up kool/rude fm in year 8/9 or whatever.

What I remember from those times was people like billy bunter, slipmatt, oldskool jocks like that. the screachy dnb was a lot of fun at the time as a 13 year old, but one track I heard on the pirate radio really turned my head. of course, I later found out it was on reinforced. this was way before discovering chicago acid and detroit techno. that came later when I had a screen reader which wouldn't freeze on every internet page.

the track in question was this, and it still makes me wish all dance music sounded like it, imagine how much disappointment I've had over the past 5-7 years after being released from the psych ward in early 2017 as everyone has gone into ableton sound design comfort-zone wank and I have never been able to push people into these territories.

 

thirdform

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i thought shaggy was the sheep that tarkan was singing about in his song kuzu kuzu.

i got so upset when that holly valance Şımarık rip off got to number 1. i was even listening to the top 40 chart that day. mark goodier?

she destroyed all the poetry of that song and turned it into some corny love song. I mean it is a love song, but it's more about a disreputable couple corrupting each other.

that's when I really started to hate the products of biscuits and hmt govt's loins, even though i had no idea what dissensus was, and who on earth those two were. But I knew something was very wrong with anglos, americans and australians. something very wrong. i couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but something was very, very, very wrong. i even stopped listening to tarkan after that and only rediscovered him during the lockdown. that was nearly 20 years.

 

0bleak

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let's hear about your rave years!

The post I'm writing only kind of goes into it since it's all over the map from 89-94 (and even then leaves out big chunks and tons of stuff).*
I guess I should also specify that a lot of things and places where I went always proper raves although kinda sorta.

*best soundtrack for reading what I'm gonna post since I mixed it in a very gnarly way (in more ways than one... I don't know, but maybe even @luka would like this one with the kind of energy it has?).
Not that most of the tracks are from that time period, but a few are (but don't go in expecting a bunch of "hardcore breakbeat" or the new takes on that)
 

0bleak

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The post I'm writing only kind of goes into it since it's all over the map from 89-94 (and even then leaves out big chunks and tons of stuff).*
I guess I should also specify that a lot of things and places where I went always proper raves although kinda sorta.

I just remembered a big rave where there were two carloads of us driving back from Charlotte, and when we met up at a gas station somewhere along the way, I saw the other car drive in with one of its sides completely gone. It looked like something out of a mad max movie. Apparently, the driver fell asleep and drove it across a guardrail. It seems being the designated "straight" of that carload didn't help (most of us were tripping).
Amazingly, all of the passengers were fine.
I still have the flyer for that one buried deep somewhere in the archives.
Last time I came across it a few years ago, I tried to see if any of the dj names were still active, and to see if there was a mention of it anywhere on the internet of that particular rave ever happening - NOTHING - it's like it never even happened.
 

thirdform

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The post I'm writing only kind of goes into it since it's all over the map from 89-94 (and even then leaves out big chunks and tons of stuff).*
I guess I should also specify that a lot of things and places where I went always proper raves although kinda sorta.

*best soundtrack for reading what I'm gonna post since I mixed it in a very gnarly way (in more ways than one... I don't know, but maybe even @luka would like this one with the kind of energy it has?).
Not that most of the tracks are from that time period, but a few are (but don't go in expecting a bunch of "hardcore breakbeat" or the new takes on that)


luka actually really loves hardcore techno and köln acid, he just pretends he doesn't to assuage craner and benny b.
 

thirdform

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I just remembered a big rave where there were two carloads of us driving back from Charlotte, and when we met up at a gas station somewhere along the way, I saw the other car drive in with one of its sides completely gone. It looked like something out of a mad max movie. Apparently, the driver fell asleep and drove it across a guardrail. It seems being the designated "straight" of that carload didn't help (most of us were tripping).
Amazingly, all of the passengers were fine.
I still have the flyer for that one buried deep somewhere in the archives.
Last time I came across it a few years ago, I tried to see if any of the dj names were still active, and to see if there was a mention of it anywhere on the internet of that particular rave ever happening - NOTHING - it's like it never even happened.

reminds me of one of the American raves
mentioned in @blissblogger 's book where someone broke his neck. malachy o'brian? although obviously the guy from that rave wasn't fine.
 

Murphy

cat malogen
By the way, i've held off on posting it, but if anyone is interested in an epic-length post, let me know

@0bleak go for it, I partially survived a worldwide healthcare apocalypse, played out during the pandemic, by turning a 100 tune thread request into a diary of monstrous shifts distilled down to about 363 tracks

long post format is best
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
@sus I really cannot overstate how much I appreciate you for saying that.
I got REALLY REALLY REALLY deep depths of the bottom depressed last night because although it may not seem like it, it actually took me several hours to write that (I'm also part of one finger hunt and peck school of typing here) and not ONE of my 200 family or friends on there had engaged with it in well over 24 hours (not even a simple "like").
Something said by one of my family a couple of years ago was something along the lines of "I wish you would have spoke up when you were younger", but people don't seem to understand that you feel so much shame about it that talking about while it's happening seems impossible.
Now I'm to the age that I don't feel shame about it and can talk about it and fuckin' crickets...
I guess I'm also jealous that I constantly see a lot of one side of my family/extended family congratulating family/extended family for their academic or sports accomplishments (that one side of my family/extended family is REALLY into sports) and it would be nice to hear something like "I'm proud of you for making it through all of what you went through" because obviously I never did well at what they really seem to value - sports or academics (well, for a lot of it, at least).

I enjoyed that first post thanks... but can you explain to me a load of references I don't get...

had some cartoonish conception of Kentucky like it was all part of deep Appalachia (only the eastern part is, plus Kentucky is a border state - in some ways, the western part is almost like midwest state
What's a border state? You mean with Mexico? But more difficult to me is when you say the Western Part is almost like a Midwestern state... but what are they like?

Also, pure ignorance here but what is NVLD?
 
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