The Red Zone #2 – Responsibility

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There’s no other way to say this. People are pretty shitty.

Inexplicably, we have a natural tendency to group ourselves with those we feel are most similar to us. In doing so, whether willingly or not, we isolate others and create a rigid hierarchy where we leave those different from us to feel as outcasts.

That is complete bullshit.

We like to pretend that doesn’t happen within the realm of music, but sadly, it does. Suffice it to say that we’re all, in some way, a bunch of social shit bags that need to open our eyes if we can’t even see that.

The latest news in the world of music pretty much says it all: Kesha being forced to work with a man she claims raped her. Contrasting that with the ease at with ex-1D singer Zayn left his band and contract without the slightest bit of legal recourse. The world’s biggest cretin, Kanye West, proclaiming that Bill Cosby is innocent of rape, while he personally engages women in a way that makes them come off as being simple objects for his own entertainment and pleasure. Hell, even in Metal we’ve got this shit, when Phil Anselmo goes on stage and yells out “White Power!” with a nazi salute. How about Chvrches’ Lauren Mayberry having to deal with constant misogynistic comments on a daily basis?

I’ll say it again. People are shitty. We like to speak, and to offend, and to act as though the people we offend aren’t, in fact, people. When you have a platform to speak your mind, it’s your job to be responsible about what you say. When you decide to pick up a mic, and run your mouth on stage, you should be held accountable.

With that in mind, I’d first like to issue an apology. My first post was offensive for the sake of being offensive, and yet insensitive to the point where it might make people feel excluded. I want to make this clear: It doesn’t matter who you are, where you’re from, or even what you look like. Music is supposed to be for everyone, and you should never, EVER, let some shitbag tell you who you are, and what you can be. It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a guy, straight or gay, trans or even a god damn mermaid. You have a voice, and you have a right to use it. Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you, because you’re worth just as much as anyone else. If you’ve got a story to tell, the mic’s yours to take. Let the world hear your story. Quite simply, it’s yours to tell, and no one else will ever be able to tell it for you.

Caroline from The Charm The Fury. Becca from Marmozets. The list is endless, and it goes all the way up to the eternal, Freddy Mercury. If you want to make music, nothing can ever stop you. They will try, but only can decide whether they succeed. That’s all I’ve got to say on that matter.
The world of Rock and Metal is littered with people who claimed to be bullied in school, and treated as outcasts. These people flocked to the only groups that made them feel empowered. It’s just sad to see how shitty that world has become when the victims of such hardship end up turning into the ones willing to perpetuate that same hatred on to others.
Take a look around. The nerds and geeks suddenly became the jocks and cheerleaders. This is about music, for God’s sake. It’s not about you, your shitty bangs, 12 inch stretches, or your dolphin dick tattoo. Share what makes you feel good with others, and don’t be the kind of cunt that feels they have the right to exclude others from that same joy. Passion NOT Fashion.

We’re all social rejects. We’re all victims of something.

We stand up for ourselves through music. Now, let’s stand up for each other.

Expand the circle just a little wider. There’s enough room for everyone.

As for you. Yeah, you! The guy with the microphone! Don’t be an asshole. Everyone listening to you is a person. Always remember that, and never forget that you’re only up there because others gave you a chance to speak. That power can just as easily be taken away. Be grateful for the platform you’ve been given, and give back to the people that put you there.

In an ideal world, we’d all just get along and have a beer together. That’s a long way from here, but we’ve all got a part to play in getting there. Musician or not, we’re all just people, in the end.

Even Phil Anselmo. I just hope that Hell really does exist, that way Hitler can greet him by shoving a Molotov Cocktail up his ass. Until the end of time.

That’s all for this time.

Nabil – The Red Zone


Read More :
The Red Zone #1 : Band Life – The 7 Pillars

I spend a big part of my time venturing into the realm of free-writing, and challenging myself as a writer. In that respect, I hope to to contribute whatever experience I may have acquired in the music world, and give you a different perspective from the point of view of a musician. I enjoy a wide variety of music, though my preferences lean towards metal, post-rock, and pop-rock. I’m a relatively easy going and simple person, with an awful sense of humour (I love ‘knock-knock jokes), and I hope you’ll enjoy my writings!

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