Alexander DaoustHost
Jana PochopHost
Really, anytime somebody is watching me do anything, I'm about 50% worse at it.

It's a bizarre thing to write a bunch of really heartfelt songs in the comfort and privacy of my home and then have to stare down someone in the front row while performing them.

I do it when it pays, but in my ideal performance setting, you are my friend and you're coming over for dinner and I'm showing you a demo after a couple drinks.

it's not like that discomfort exists only in person either indie artists have to market themselves constantly to the point that it's often the only way to get a label to agree to sign you you have to be front-facing and you have to be okay getting consumed it's a real nightmare for someone with high anxiety who just wants to make music I get unsolicited digital catcalls all the time.

I have a swarm of mostly men comment really wild things anytime I post almost anything online.

I posted a selfie the other day, clothed, shoulders and up, and a stranger sent me a DM asking if they could give me a blowjob.

I don't mean to blow them up either, it's just that the message above it was that same person sending condolences after I'd posted about my cat dying, and the whiplash between those two messages was very bizarre.

And there was this one time last year where I was releasing a single and someone asked me if I ever fucked to my own music.

This song was about a PTSD diagnosis I received after I escaped some really scary parts of my life.

So I followed up with, do you know what my music is about? To which they said, oh, I don't listen to lyrics.

And, you know, I don't like these messages per se, but I think a part of me finds that sort of attention flattering.

It's a weird cross-section of loneliness and the desire to be desired and the hyper-normalization of the body as a commodity.

I know my body and branding play an outsized role in how my music is perceived.

This week, we're talking about three musicians grappling with desire and gaze, G-A-Z-E, not the homosexuals, both their own and what's reflected onto them.

Rebecca Black just released her second album, Age of Exhibitionism, and you can sort of guess by the title, but I love how openly she talks about this phenomenon and embraces it in all of her work.

Tau and Nico Case are the Watchers in their new song, Catch As Catch Can, doling out lyrics like Adorn Me, Wild Upon My Eyes, and What If I Could Catch You Then Capture Us, Bodies Holy, Holy, and Rapturous.

Really, anytime somebody is watching me do anything, I'm about 50% worse at it.

It's a bizarre thing to write a bunch of really heartfelt songs in the comfort and privacy of my home and then have to stare down someone in the front row while performing them.

I do it when it pays, but in my ideal performance setting, you are my friend and you're coming over for dinner and I'm showing you a demo after a couple drinks.

it's not like that discomfort exists only in person either indie artists have to market themselves constantly to the point that it's often the only way to get a label to agree to sign you you have to be front-facing and you have to be okay getting consumed it's a real nightmare for someone with high anxiety who just wants to make music I get unsolicited digital catcalls all the time.

I have a swarm of mostly men comment really wild things anytime I post almost anything online.

I posted a selfie the other day, clothed, shoulders and up, and a stranger sent me a DM asking if they could give me a blowjob.

I don't mean to blow them up either, it's just that the message above it was that same person sending condolences after I'd posted about my cat dying, and the whiplash between those two messages was very bizarre.

And there was this one time last year where I was releasing a single and someone asked me if I ever fucked to my own music.

This song was about a PTSD diagnosis I received after I escaped some really scary parts of my life.

So I followed up with, do you know what my music is about? To which they said, oh, I don't listen to lyrics.

And, you know, I don't like these messages per se, but I think a part of me finds that sort of attention flattering.

It's a weird cross-section of loneliness and the desire to be desired and the hyper-normalization of the body as a commodity.

I know my body and branding play an outsized role in how my music is perceived.

This week, we're talking about three musicians grappling with desire and gaze, G-A-Z-E, not the homosexuals, both their own and what's reflected onto them.

Rebecca Black just released her second album, Age of Exhibitionism, and you can sort of guess by the title, but I love how openly she talks about this phenomenon and embraces it in all of her work.

Tau and Nico Case are the Watchers in their new song, Catch As Catch Can, doling out lyrics like Adorn Me, Wild Upon My Eyes, and What If I Could Catch You Then Capture Us, Bodies Holy, Holy, and Rapturous.
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