Happened to me as well, online and in real life. Lost a lot of acquaintances on X, Mastodon, Bluesky. Esp. people of liberal stance. In RL, carrying a Magen David, I wasn't served in a bakery, shunned in a supermarket, received hard stares.
One of my favourite songs of this Madegassy super band. It's taken from a life concert in Paris, 2007, and the audience is so in sync with the musicians. Wonderful. Great that there are subtitles now, I never knew what the song was about :-)
Beautiful! Rubio's sparkling voice, in duet with the second voice of Laudenbach's articulate guitar play. Both lend light-heartedness as well as depth to the song.
"The story of three friends, of sweet freedom,
if they became anarchists, it was not by pure chance.
Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso and García Oliver,
called Los solidarios who despise power
Wanted and persecuted, by the countryside and the city,
if they ended up in jail, it was not by mere chance.
Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso and García Oliver,
three leaves of black clover, against the wind of power.
Continuing with their habit of flouting authority
if they crossed the border, it was not by chance.
Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso and García Oliver,
the black shadow of the people against the brightness of power.
After a while they returned here,
if the bourgeois trembled, it was not by chance.
Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso and García Oliver,
three black bullets of lead, aimed at power."
Because if that's the case, that would make any charges by the ICC moot. (Due to the principle of subsidiarity in the Rome Statute the ICC only has jurisdiction if the judiciary of the state the suspect is citizen of is incapable or unwilling to investigate on its own.)
(I don't think that Netanyahu is guilty of any crime regarding the execution of the war in the Gaza Strip. But there is still a call for an investigation regarding the utter intelligence failing that left Israel unprepared and surprised on October 7 2023.)
I remember how shallow the then new CDs of the late 1980s with their 16-bit engineered recordings sounded. No overtones to the harmonic first, a flat sound that forced recording to accentuate the pitches: the highs, the bass-lines, the beat. The sound never felt voluminous.
This changed a bit with the advent of 32-bit recording in the early 1990s, but then the new listening habit of clear high pitches, bass- and rhythm driven groundlayer, repetitious melodies rarely going beyond a third or quart, had already influenced listening and markets.
The emphasis on almost violent expressivity over phrasing and modulation can best be heard by comparing Dolly Parton's tender "I will always love you" (1973) with Whitney Houston's paroxysmal rendition (1992).
Thus, looking back, I feel like noticing some parallels in music as in cinematography. In both depth and nuance has been lost, replaced by harsh contrasts, and the attempt to balance the feeling of sensory deprivation by adding effects.
Obviously it had the side effect – welcomed by the industry – of nudging people to purchase even more of the same sensory malnutrition to satisfy their hunger.