latenightnoir

You're very welcome! Word of warning, though, the rest of their stuff varies greatly. They do have a couple of songs I like a lot though!

In addition, if you're looing for something similar to this song in particular, I recommend checking out Subcarpați - Pe Deal, În Văi, for instance. They follow that dark, heavy beat and the trippy progressions closer than most of everything else produced by Șuie. They also base a lot of their lyrics, structures and sampling on folkloric music from around our parts, can find something from each region!

This one's from 2003, Șuie Paparude were the most innovative Electronica act in Romania at the time (and for many years after, tbh!)

Edit: to be perfectly frank, this one doesn't really fall under Rap in terms of what else is available around here, Șuie Paparude came as a response to the MC'd Jungle which was really popular back in the '00s (D'n'B was pretty big around here as well), which is why they fell into my lap as well. I don't really have any pertinent Rap examples to offer, as I don't mich consume the local variety.

To add a bit of rambling (which you can safely skip for the next paragraph), this was an interesting period in Romanian music, as our main influences were from the UK and from Europe/Russia rather than America, and it could be felt in pretty much everything. We had shades of Spice Girls, Depeche Mode's influence was felt throughout basically any "serious" internal turmoil song, there was even a lot of UB40 in our pop. Our Electronica was massively influenced by the British D'n'B and the Techno scenes.

As for the message, it's basically a highly articulated jumble of metaphors and Cool™ technobabble expressing a general sense of "lose yourself with us, ours is next-level shit."

I've attempted a very, very rough translation below - started with an automated translation which I've edited for accuracy and tried to account for language-specific idioms, so it's close-ish, sorta':

"Level I is passed from the start The starting block's only for those who dedicate themselves to a new wave Digital, transient-ambient, vibrato-fatal For those who do not have mental agreement With two-zero-zero-three subliminal Come here so I can teach you not to forget To differentiate between sitting in and participating To what, to what is heard, to Paparude, to Șuie His is the sound that forms the soul from white to black From white to integral, integral or better said Ready for a dream a bit too real, not at all subliminal Nothing is accidental, it's a digital exercise Eloquent, insane, super-elastic Straight from the world of music drawn on plastic. Straight from the world of music written on plastic Junkyard and Șuie intervene technico-tactically You have 10 seconds to start moving If you don't do that, it’ll suck for us. Straight from the world of music written on plastic Junkyard and Șuie intervene technico-tactically You have 10 seconds to start moving If you don't do it today, it’ll suck tomorrow."

For further context, Junkyard's the dude providing the vocals, and Șuie are the dudes who do the tracks.

Heh, sounds like what one of my exes used to do when she wanted some alone time, she'd throw me an informational rabbit hole and let me dive right in it for a couple of hours=)))

Nah, the drug abuse is just another fuck-up in a long string of fuck-ups. The dude's always been a weirdo, he just didn't have the balls to go full Monty until the entire world started fluffing him up as the IRL Tony Stark. He feels invincible and it's pretty much our fault. I know I had some hope in what he was doing (even if just for a lack of better options), do I feel stupid now...

This, so far, is holding true, and I even started accounting for it after a point, steering away from the correlations I've so far noticed, but my sample size is so far from being in any way scientifically relevant, that I still have that lingering doubt that maybe I'm just seeing a mean, not the full spectrum.

Hell, good point with being specifically targetted as well, the worst one actually verbalised that she appreciated the fact that I naturally create a safe space for my loved ones so "she could behave like a 3-year-old." Maybe they see that I try to be as understanding and accepting as I possibly can and thus select me as a target, or something... I don't want to sound like I've slipped into persecution mania, I just know that some people are creepy that way, and it is what it is... Actually not all that different an impulse than the usual mate selection process, it's just that the subject matter is taboo and generally frowned upon, as it comes from a direction of profiting, not collaborating.

I think I'm I finally understand Snipes's ad-lib from Blade, this really does feel like trying to ice skate uphill.

Honestly, one of my therapists told me she's surprised I manage to find people within "my type" at all, so I get it...

Thank you for your insights as well, and you're 100% correct! We should keep repeating these things, so that we may never forget the values we're trying to espouse! If nothing else, it genuinely feels good knowing that what I am doing, I'm doing ok-ish, even though in a completely unorthodox way.

Good. I hope he's angry about it. It would make me very happy.

I can tell you this much, I have never entered a relationship (i.e. anything more than "third date" territory) with anyone who showed signs of not seeking growth. Negative behaviours (with a certain degree of nuance in what I mean by that) are red flags to me, no exceptions. I try to understand the person, to sympathise and empathise as much as my principles allow, but if I see someone whistling at a waiter, for instance, I'm done and heading home. If said negative behaviours are solely oriented toward themselves and they are obviously taking care not to do splash damage, then that's a different thing. But it's acceptable to me precisely because there is intentionality behind that, that, while the cause isn't fixed, that monster is being monitored and kept secure until a better and more permanent solution is found.

As an example, the one who punched me (and, to be clear, I'm not talking frustration punch in the arm, I'm talking furiously and repeatedly punching me in the face - intentionality, but in a different direction, I guess...). She seemed to be healthy. She even seemed to have her shit more tightly packed than I did, to be honest. Going to therapy for several years, saying the right words, displayed humility, the whole nine yards. This lasted for several months, after which her words and her actions started slowly slipping out of phase, until they were essentially contradicting eachother. I stayed a bit too long in this one because after every blowout there would come the period of discussion, where we would again seem to reach consensus. Then it'd be ok for a few weeks/months, then, again, gradual decline toward full blowout. I got tired of that rollercoaster eventually...

A different relationship ended due to my partner's lingering suspicions from a past relationship, where she became convinced that my asking things about how her day was going was me trying to be controlling. I again ended this one when it became clear that her convictions had priority over anything I could have said or done. And, again, this showed up much later in the unfolding of things, as she non-euphemistically got triggered and her trauma response solidified.

See, that's the weird thing, I know exactly what the pattern is pointing toward, and it's myself. I am looking for someone similar to me. I actually see and steer clear of familiar behaviours which I've received from other people who've had a role to play in my traumas because I know those are a surefire way toward being abused. I don't espouse them, either, for the same reasons - I pride myself with having learnt from others' mistakes.

This is why I'm so damned confused about the feasibility of this tightrope I'm trying to walk. Because I know it's possible to be both healthy, functional and live with your demons openly, I'm living proof of that to myself. But the string of disappointments seems to indicate that it's not actually all that common, which sucks.

As for the devil I know, I know I try to not be one, honestly, which is part of the reason why I'm looking for something similar. I somehow hope that similarity is also an indicator of values and intentionality, and while it has somewhat been a useful benchmark, it seems to be missing a level of nuance which leads to things slipping past my net. And I have no idea how to adjust.

And related to the safe unknowns, it's never been fear, because I both give everyone the benefit of the doubt by default and also understand every individual's innate potential for destruction. I have seen the best and the worst in humans, they don't scare me anymore. They just annoy and, in extreme cases, anger me. The trouble with the safe choices is their innocence, I meant what I said. Interacting with a person who sincerely doesn't know the truth behind things is a very specific kind of exhausting and yet another type of walking on eggshells from my perspective. And it's heartbreaking, because I know from the start that some things they will never understand about me until they themselves go through them. And I also meant what I said about not wanting to be anyone's harsh awakening, because I understand that who I am intrinsically poses that risk to someone who still has that kind of innocence. It's a very big turn-off, and it's an especially sucky one, because it really isn't the other person's fault.

And, yeah, I echo everything you said about the power plays one sees in many relationships. And I'm honestly so fucking tired of that shit, those annoying little mind games and flash tests... I'm just too old for that shit, y'know? I'm looking for someone down-to-earth, who's dropped their pretences and who's in it for equal take, be it in getting drunk at the banquet, or dealing with the morning after, so to speak. The main things I seek are companionship, collaboration and mutual understanding, someone with whom to plow through life, as I said. I'm solitary and monogamous, I have very few people close to me at any given time because that's how I'd rather have it. A partner is more than just "a girlfriend" to me, I don't even know how to properly express the complexity behind it.

Thank you so much for your kind words! I wished so much for this to not be yet another one of those situations in which your gut was right from the start, kinda' hoped for an easy fix, that couple of words which'd make things click in my head. A-wadin' i shall continue to go, I guess...

Thank you for your answer and sincerity, I'm sorry you've been in these parts before...

I have to say, though, I think I'm past my depression, which my therapists agree. And, yes, I am unhappy, but I'm not closed off to the possibility of happiness, I do wholeheartedly believe it is possible, and on the other hand have grown enough to have realised that I don't even need happiness, I need drive. I am messed up because I cannot unsee the things I've seen. I am messed up because I see the human being as what it is, a creature with immense potential for causing varying types and degrees of harm to others, and we are living in a time in which most people alive seem to be taking full advantage of that potential. Every single point of sadness is an easily identifiable and thoroughly definable outside point over which I don't have much and/or immediate control. But I love life! I love living, I love doing things, creating, learning, and as a thespian at heart (groan all you want), there's artistic catharsis to be had in defiantly persisting while wading through this crap, and so I have all the force I need to see myself through.

What I meant through "being miserable together" wasn't "being depressed together," I meant being broken together, basking in the true ugliness of things together, facing our individual sadness together. I will never be a happy-go-lucky person and am more than fine with that, because I understand why I'm not and wouldn't have it any other way. I'd rather drown in the ugly truth than live a life of ignorant leisure, I'd rather be broken by knowing the world for what it is and staring it in the eyes incessantly.

To add, I'm not even looking for happiness in my relationships. I don't need my partner to make me happy or complete me, because I can make myself happy (or content, rather), and I am more complete in myself than I've ever been. I'm deeply satisfied with who I've managed to become in spite of things. I need a real human being with a bit more dirt under their fingernails than usual, someone unhindered by the pretence of surface acceptability and likewise unwavering in their relationship with the truth.

This is why I obsessed over nuance in my original post and why I apologise for failing to adequately provide it, I think most people misunderstand where I'm at and mistake it for a pathological thing, when it's actually just me being true to myself, which implies being open enough to the world around me, that I cannot but be affected by it when it clashes with my empathy and values. And there's a fuckload of clashing nowadays, which is why I'm in turmoil. Beyond that, there's nothing other than my profound passion for the grim and macabre, for the theatricality of ugliness. I don't want to sound pretentious, I'm just aware of the fact that this detail alone makes me an outsider. (Edit:) to be clear, this does not mean I seek drama or suffering in relationships, aesthetics and getting punched in the face during an argument because you've caught her in a lie are two very different things. The grotesque I like doesn't hurt anyone more than potentially offending their sensibilities.

I do want to confirm that I am and will continue to seek healthy growth, and am genuinely grateful that I've managed to actually understand what that growth means in my case.

My favourite example of such.

Jesus Christ, it didn't even take my brain a millisecond to start fantasising...