“What anonymous sludge lurks underneath the nice people I see and talk to every day”

Maura in the weeklong Village Voice roundtable on the year in music:

I grew up listening to and loving music that was vicious to women, to the point where I would often sublimate my femininity and identify with the dudes singing, and then I had my feminist awakening but still listened to the Afghan Whigs (and still do), and as I got older I got more dismayed for reasons personal and political and started wondering about what stories would be told in answer songs to some of my favorite tracks that had been penned and sung by men. (In this respect, “My Curse” was probably the most brilliant move Greg Dulli could have pulled; this year he got Ani DiFranco to back him up on the new Twilight Singers album, too.) There are also the professional hazards entwined with reading pick-a-little gossip blogs and their attendant hatefuck-ready comment sections, which will probably tell you more about the ugliness of the current moment’s throbbing id better than any sociological survey ever could, and which in my darker moments leave me wondering what anonymous sludge lurks underneath the nice people I see and talk to every day.

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