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Solo Performance: Filter - GET OUT OF MY WAY album - Black Bird Collective

11 Jun 2024 · 7 min

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In this live solo performance, the artist (Speaker A) opens with reflective remarks about leadership, destiny, and a recent gift—a guitar she describes as a "gift from the universe." She shares quirky personal anecdotes, including a wasp tattoo and an encounter with a wasp in her new apartment, establishing a playful, introspective tone. She then introduces the song "Filter," describing it as a sassy, "flip‑the‑bird to the patriarchy" piece. The performance includes spoken‑word verses that repeat motifs of "washed paper," "filter," and a satirical call to vote for her as a savior, blending humor with a critique of patriarchal structures. The lyrical content is delivered with rhythmic repetition, emphasizing the theme of filtering truth and societal expectations. After concluding "Filter," she announces the next song, "Expectations," signaling a transition in the set. Throughout, brief interjections from Speaker B provide audience encouragement. The video showcases the artist’s blend of personal storytelling, political commentary, and experimental musical expression.

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And you know how like they always say leaders are like on their own and stuff? Yeah, so, you know, and like life just prepares you for things. So we'll see where I head after, after tonight.
Who knows? Woo! Yeah!
Because, you know, like, like I was telling Aviva earlier, this was a gift from the universe, this guitar. And you gotta listen to stuff like that, like things like that. Oh my gosh, it's crazy. I have a tattoo of a wasp on my arm. And I moved into this apartment and a wasp flew into the unit before I moved in. Stuff like that. It's wild. So I think I have time for one more. Is that— how are we feeling?
Yeah.
Yeah. All right. This one's called Filter, and it's real sassy. So it's kind of my flip the bird to the patriarchy song.
Washed paper, then solar dried. Take a sip of my fresh brewed coffee. I won't tell you it's really toxic, and I want you to drink all of it. Drink all of it. I love you. Like wash paper thin, so dry. Like mashed paper, things so dry. Filter, filter, filter, filter, oh, filter, filter. Perfect filter. Filter. Vote for me, I'll be your savior. It's a joke and I won't tell you to. Find truth. Find truth. Find truth. White washed paper, thin so dry. White washed paper, thin so dry. White washed paper, thin so dry. My flesh craves for thee till I die, and I die. Filter, filter, filter, filter. Oh, filter, filter, filter. Filter, filter, filter, filter, filter, filter. There you have it.
All right, next up, Expectations.