Quoth TVirusedleon:

Rammstein will most likely not make anymore albums. I think it is safe to assume that the new music video
will showcase the death of all other members in Rammstein except for Till who dies in the piano version.

I expect there to be a "The End" note in the end of the music video, and a confirmation from the band that they are done.


The wrong is strong with this one.
From Tier on the Herzeleid forum:

Exactly! I felt miserable to be in the calm audience, I wanted to be on field, jumping and waving and singing. And then seeing people on that field, standing with their arms in a bunch, pretending to be a rock-police... goddamnit. I feel like too many people get the tickets because "I might as well" instead of really wanting to see the band. And even if they privately love the music, they sure as hell won't show it.

So yeah, people, be less middle-class and stop being so proud! give yourself to the band as the band gives themselves to you. Experience the extacy! Relax and do it! Dance like an idiot! *hippie*


I especially like, "Stop being so middle-class at rock shows." Yes, because everyone knows that only white trash and scroungers let go at rock shows. It's all part of their dirty, poor, uncouth animal natures.

Irritation aside, I know what they're trying to say, and I agree with them that a show is more fun when the crowd is jubilant and active. Even I, with my limited mobility, will bob my head and perform an awkward shimmy in my chair. I'm sure I look like a toddler trying not to unload in her short pants, but I don't care. It feels good. But I despise fan-policing like this. It's a childish, butthurt dick-measuring contest.

This:

I feel like too many people get the tickets because "I might as well" instead of really wanting to see the band. And even if they privately love the music, they sure as hell won't show it.

really means:

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Someone got a better ticket than me, and they don't deserve it because I'm a bigger/longtime fan. No FAIIIIR.

As long as the fan bought that seat legally and isn't a scalper who screwed others out of those tickets to enrich themselves, how they behave in the seat they paid for is of no concern to anyone else. Maybe standing still is the best they can do because of medical issues, or maybe they're trying to drink in the experience, to memorize every detail. Joy isn't always loud or bombastic.

And if Rammstein ever decided to judge folks as lesser fans because they didn't incite a prison riot to express their gratitude, then they could just get fucked.
Rammstein trolls fans with MiG. The sentiment is utterly ridiculous: Rammstein shouldn't be expected to grind to a creative halt for years just so butthurt fans won't feel shortchanged by the boxset not including a video created after its compilation and release, but the comic itself is hilarious.

Besides, we all know that if Rammstein had waited to release the boxset until after the release of "Mein Herz Brennt", the fans would be pissing and moaning about that instead. Because like me with my writing, Rammstein take their sweet-ass time with their music and art, and the boxset wouldn't have seen the light of day until 2014.
laguera25: Dug from UP! (Default)
( Nov. 25th, 2011 05:04 pm)
Stay classy, America. Stay classy.

Dear Rammfen,

Can we wait until Rammstein officially retire before we reach for the shovels? Yes, it's odd to use a mausoleum and condolence book to promote the MiG tour, but this is Rammstein we're talking about, and they have a well-established habit of thumbing their collective noses at the various rumors that drift out of fandom like bad cabbage gas. Sure, this might be the great mythical "it", but this fandom has been predicting their end since Till gave that now-infamous "I'll retire by fifty" quote, so if you turn out to be right this time, it won't make you Nostradamus.
Title: Die Sprache der Blinden 17b/?

Author: [livejournal.com profile] laguera25

Fandom: Rammstein

Rating FRM

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/OFC

Disclaimer: Richard Z. Kruspe is a real person, with family and friends who love him. I am not one of them. I do not know him. This is a work of complete fiction, and should be read as such. No defamation is intended. For entertainment only.


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Die Sprache der Blinden, Part XVIIb )
Title: Die Sprache der Blinden 17a/?

Author: [livejournal.com profile] laguera25

Fandom: Rammstein

Rating FRM

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/OFC

Disclaimer: Richard Z. Kruspe is a real person, with family and friends who love him. I am not one of them. I do not know him. This is a work of complete fiction, and should be read as such. No defamation is intended. For entertainment only.


Part I Part IIa Part IIb Part III Part IVa Part IVb Part V Part VIa Part VIb Part VIIa Part VIIb Part VIII Part IX Part Xa Part Xb Part XIa Part XIb Part XIIa Part XIIb Part XIIIa Part XIIIb Part XIV Part XVa Part XVb Part XVIa Part XVIb


Die Sprache der Blinden, Part XVIIa )

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According to fannish scuttlebutt, Rammstein is hosting a contest for its official Community members in which the grand prize a trip to Berlin to meet the band and sit in on a rehearsal. Sounds great, right? After years of fans bitching and moaning about the band's neglect of and indifference to its fanbase, the band is trying to organize an awesome giveaway. They're making an effort to give Community members a chance at a unique opportunity, you know, offering them something tangible in exchange for their membership fee.

Are the fans happy and appreciative? This is Rammfen; of course not. Nay, the bandom is full of sulking and whining and teeth-gnashing. As far as I can tell, the pissing and moaning comes in two similar yet distinct strains of fannish entitlement.

The first strain comes from non-Community members who are butthurt that the contest is only open to Community members. They're pouting and stropping and loudly declaring that they don't need to pay twenty-five Euros to be considered a fan, dammit. Fannishness is free, and anyone who would pay to like a band is a sheep. How dare Rammstein use this contest as a shameless moneygrab with which to dupe gullible fans who will pay the money for a chance, however slim, to meet the band. Shameless, heartless Rammstein and stupid, desperate fans.

I agree with this sect of the ubiquitous Butthurt Tribe in that fannishness is free. You don't need the cheap, price-pointed validation of a Community membership to be a fan. Many of the fiercest fans I know have no interest in joining the Community, but they gladly lay out thousands of dollars in travel costs and hundreds in ticket costs to see and support them. I adore the air currents their music wafts on, but I'm never going to join the Community. I don't need to. I know what their music means to me, and I don't need to prove it by paying for a meaningless membership.

If Pilgrim were implying that people were bad fans for not ponying up for a membership, then I would be side-eyeing them so hard that I detached retinas, but they're doing no such thing. As far as I can tell, they're just offering those fans who have paid membership dues an exclusive contest. That's it. Bands and management do this all the time, and there isn't much grumbling, but because it's Rammstein, which has a history of being oblivious, and Pilgrim, which has a history of being heavy-handed with fannish endeavors, the howler monkeys are flinging poo con brio and claiming it as just another instance of Pilgrim exploiting Rammstein fans.

By the way, howler monkeys, nice job on calling yourselves and fellow Rammfen stupid.

The second strain of entitlement comes from the non-American Rammfen being butthurt because the contest is supposedly easier for American fans. You see, the non-U.S. fans have to submit a tour trailer set to "Mein Herz Brennt", whereas the American fans merely have to submit a few lines explaining why they'd like to meet Rammstein. Now, this sounds odd to me, and I can't help but think that these are two separate contests that have been conflated as one in the fannish mind, but I can't check because I can't access the exclusive Community area. But for the sake of argument, let's assume that it is, in fact, the same contest.

In that case, the non-American fans should take the disparity in the contest requirements as a compliment. You see, Pilgrim is essentially saying that while they trust their non-American fanbase to create minor works of art with a camera and an MP3 player and some video-editing software, they're quite dubious of their American constituency's ability to successfully manipulate a keyboard. They think we're chimps with wallets and Internet capabilities. Either that, or they rightly assume we're just far better at blowing hot air.

A few fans are speculating that Pilgrim is running the trailer contest as a nefarious means of getting giddy, clueless fans to do the grunt work of creating promotional material for them on the cheap? Maybe they are. I doubt it, but if they are, so what? Sure, maybe they view this a cheap labor, but it's not as though the winning fan won't be compensated. They'll get to meet the band and sit in on a rehearsal. They'll have an experience most fans won't, an experience money can't buy. Plus, they'll also have the satisfaction of knowing they created something for a band they claim to admire. That's win/win in my book, not heartless exploitation of innocent fannish devotion.

In sum:

1. No one is making fans join the LIFAD Community at modem-point.

2. No one is making fans enter the contest. If you're that convinced that the evil Pilgrim overlords are trying to use you as slave labor, don't submit an entry.

3. Rammstein isn't being mean to non-U.S. fans with their stricter entry requirements. They're saying Americans need crash helmets and the really fat crayons.

4. They're trying to offer the fans something they've always wanted: an exclusive contest for Community members, and getting shit on. See if they hurry to do it again.

5. Many Rammfans are spoiled, petulant fanbrats.


If I were to enter the American contest, my entry would read, "I want to meet Rammstein so that I can thank them for a medicine and a respite that no doctor has ever been able to provide."

There would be no need to add that while I was thanking them, I would also be thanking God for my most advantageous line of sight.
According to fannish scuttlebutt, Rammstein is hosting a contest for its official Community members in which the grand prize a trip to Berlin to meet the band and sit in on a rehearsal. Sounds great, right? After years of fans bitching and moaning about the band's neglect of and indifference to its fanbase, the band is trying to organize an awesome giveaway. They're making an effort to give Community members a chance at a unique opportunity, you know, offering them something tangible in exchange for their membership fee.

Are the fans happy and appreciative? This is Rammfen; of course not. Nay, the bandom is full of sulking and whining and teeth-gnashing. As far as I can tell, the pissing and moaning comes in two similar yet distinct strains of fannish entitlement.

The first strain comes from non-Community members who are butthurt that the contest is only open to Community members. They're pouting and stropping and loudly declaring that they don't need to pay twenty-five Euros to be considered a fan, dammit. Fannishness is free, and anyone who would pay to like a band is a sheep. How dare Rammstein use this contest as a shameless moneygrab with which to dupe gullible fans who will pay the money for a chance, however slim, to meet the band. Shameless, heartless Rammstein and stupid, desperate fans.

I agree with this sect of the ubiquitous Butthurt Tribe in that fannishness is free. You don't need the cheap, price-pointed validation of a Community membership to be a fan. Many of the fiercest fans I know have no interest in joining the Community, but they gladly lay out thousands of dollars in travel costs and hundreds in ticket costs to see and support them. I adore the air currents their music wafts on, but I'm never going to join the Community. I don't need to. I know what their music means to me, and I don't need to prove it by paying for a meaningless membership.

If Pilgrim were implying that people were bad fans for not ponying up for a membership, then I would be side-eyeing them so hard that I detached retinas, but they're doing no such thing. As far as I can tell, they're just offering those fans who have paid membership dues an exclusive contest. That's it. Bands and management do this all the time, and there isn't much grumbling, but because it's Rammstein, which has a history of being oblivious, and Pilgrim, which has a history of being heavy-handed with fannish endeavors, the howler monkeys are flinging poo con brio and claiming it as just another instance of Pilgrim exploiting Rammstein fans.

By the way, howler monkeys, nice job on calling yourselves and fellow Rammfen stupid.

The second strain of entitlement comes from the non-American Rammfen being butthurt because the contest is supposedly easier for American fans. You see, the non-U.S. fans have to submit a tour trailer set to "Mein Herz Brennt", whereas the American fans merely have to submit a few lines explaining why they'd like to meet Rammstein. Now, this sounds odd to me, and I can't help but think that these are two separate contests that have been conflated as one in the fannish mind, but I can't check because I can't access the exclusive Community area. But for the sake of argument, let's assume that it is, in fact, the same contest.

In that case, the non-American fans should take the disparity in the contest requirements as a compliment. You see, Pilgrim is essentially saying that while they trust their non-American fanbase to create minor works of art with a camera and an MP3 player and some video-editing software, they're quite dubious of their American constituency's ability to successfully manipulate a keyboard. They think we're chimps with wallets and Internet capabilities. Either that, or they rightly assume we're just far better at blowing hot air.

A few fans are speculating that Pilgrim is running the trailer contest as a nefarious means of getting giddy, clueless fans to do the grunt work of creating promotional material for them on the cheap. Maybe they are. I doubt it, but if they are, so what? Sure, maybe they view this as cheap labor, but it's not as though the winning fan won't be compensated. They'll get to meet the band and sit in on a rehearsal. They'll have an experience most fans won't, an experience money can't buy. Plus, they'll also have the satisfaction of knowing they created something for a band they claim to admire. That's win/win in my book, not heartless exploitation of innocent fannish devotion.

In sum:

1. No one is making fans join the LIFAD Community at modem-point.

2. No one is making fans enter the contest. If you're that convinced that the evil Pilgrim overlords are trying to use you as slave labor, then don't submit an entry.

3. Rammstein isn't being mean to non-U.S. fans with their stricter entry requirements. They're saying Americans need crash helmets and the really fat crayons.

4. They're trying to offer the fans something they've always wanted: an exclusive contest for Community members, and getting shit on. See if they hurry to do it again.

5. Many Rammfen are spoiled, petulant fanbrats.


If I were to enter the American contest, my entry would read, "I want to meet Rammstein so that I can thank them for a medicine and a respite that no doctor has ever been able to provide."

There would be no need to add that while I was thanking them, I would also be thanking God for my most advantageous line of sight.
Title: A Little Night Magic

Author: [livejournal.com profile] laguera25

Fandom: Rammstein

Rating: R/FRM

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/OFC

Word count: 11,215

Disclaimer: Richard Z. Kruspe is a real person, with family and friends who love him. I am not one of them, and the events depicted herein are entirely fictional. No defamation or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made. For entertainment only.

A/N: This is a companion piece to Die Sprache der Blinden, written from Calliope's point of view. There might be more of these, but there are no guarantees, and even if there are, each can be read independently of the others.


A Little Night Magic 1/1 )
fyeahrammstein always has gorgeous pictures, but the huge disability!fail in the Christoph "derp" post was disappointing. However, I've given up pointing out ableism in Rammfandom because it's like pointing out shit in a latrine, and all it does is cause defensive people to deflect, deny, and whip out the "bitter cripple" card when all else fails. So I'm just going to sigh, rub my temples, enjoy the photos, and remind myself that while an alarming number of Rammfans are ignorant, immature, narrow-minded boors, the band themselves publicly espouse inclusion and acceptance.

I'm also amused by the shit-flinging tantrum by the blog owners because a German fan dared to correct them on their incorrect pronunciations of the members' surnames. I get that no one wants to look dumb in public, but responding to mild correction with frothing, profanity, and snotty macros only highlights your dumbassery. I'm betting that the German fan probably has a good grasp of proper German pronunciation, but even if you don't appreciate a free opportunity to add to your store of knowledge, the polite response is to say, "Thank you", and move on. If you can't or won't be polite, then do not reply. Posting nasty macros and pissy replies about someone's sleep schedule does not make you right or a righteous badass. It makes you look like a fool and an asshole, but sadly for Rammfandom, that level of civility seems to be the norm. What is it about Rammstein that turns adults into screaming, spitting twelve-year olds?



LJ is still being balky for me, but I'm going to try to post the Calliope interstitial nonetheless. If it's not up in an hour, then it's because LJ won't cooperate.
Title: Die Sprache der Blinden 16b/?

Author: [livejournal.com profile] laguera25

Fandom: Rammstein

Rating FRM

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/OFC

Disclaimer: Richard Z. Kruspe is a real person, with family and friends who love him. I am not one of them. I do not know him. This is a work of complete fiction, and should be read as such. No defamation is intended. For entertainment only.


Part I Part IIa Part IIb Part III Part IVa Part IVb Part V Part VIa Part VIb Part VIIa Part VIIb Part VIII Part IX Part Xa Part Xb Part XIa Part XIb Part XIIa Part XIIb Part XIIIa Part XIIIb Part XIV Part XVa Part XVb Part XVIa


Die Sprache der Blinden, Part XVIb )
Title: Die Sprache der Blinden 16a/?

Author: [livejournal.com profile] laguera25

Fandom: Rammstein

Rating FRM

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/OFC

Disclaimer: Richard Z. Kruspe is a real person, with family and friends who love him. I am not one of them. I do not know him. This is a work of complete fiction, and should be read as such. No defamation is intended. For entertainment only.


Part I Part IIa Part IIb Part III Part IVa Part IVb Part V Part VIa Part VIb Part VIIa Part VIIb Part VIII Part IX Part Xa Part Xb Part XIa Part XIb Part XIIa Part XIIb Part XIIIa Part XIIIb Part XIV Part XVa Part XVb


Die Sprache der Blinden, Part XVIa )

Cont'd next entry
Oh, Rammfen. I'm not even going to clarify what it is I'm "Rammfenning" about, because what they're speculating about is no one's business, and no, Wikipedia isn't a reliable source until it's been sourced. And if it is true, then how are these people getting this information, and how unethical do you have to be to disseminate it throughout the fandom? I have serious doubts about the veracity of this rumor based on something I read earlier today, but even if it is true, then it's not necessarily the end of the goddamned world. Let's try a novel approach for fandom and wait until the facts emerge before we break out the prayer chains and hand-wringing.

Cars 2--SPOILERS )

A bloodless film, but still well-crafted enough to be entertaining. B, and the first Pixar film not to get an A from me.

On a final note, a roaring thunderstorm took out the power for a second near the end of the film, and for several tense moments, a theater full of parents faced the possibility of a theater full of disappointed, crying children. Some of the parents had five and six children, and I could hear the unease ripple through the crowd. Fortunately for everyone--including the theater, which would have had to issue refunds or free passes for future showings--the power returned immediately, and the projectionist was able to restart the film from its previous position and re-synch the audio. Sometimes, the digital age of film has its perks.
Oh, Rammfen. I'm not even going to clarify what it is I'm "Rammfenning" about, because what they're speculating about is no one's business, and no, Wikipedia isn't a reliable source until it's been sourced. And if it is true, then how are these people getting this information, and how unethical do you have to be to disseminate it throughout the fandom? I have serious doubts about the veracity of this rumor based on something I read earlier today, but even if it is true, then it's not necessarily the end of the goddamned world. Let's try a novel approach for fandom and wait until the facts emerge before we break out the prayer chains and hand-wringing.

Cars 2--SPOILERS )

A bloodless film, but still well-crafted enough to be entertaining. B, and the first Pixar film not to get an A from me.

On a final note, a roaring thunderstorm took out the power for a second near the end of the film, and for several tense moments, a theater full of parents faced the possibility of a theater full of disappointed, crying children. Some of the parents had five and six children, and I could hear the unease ripple through the crowd. Fortunately for everyone--including the theater, which would have had to issue refunds or free passes for future showings--the power returned immediately, and the projectionist was able to restart the film from its previous position and re-synch the audio. Sometimes, the digital age of film has its perks.
The Herzeleid forums might be a pit of masculine posturing and dismissive hipsterism, but it does boast one advantage over the other active Rammstein sites I have visited. You can disagree with another poster on an issue, and no one will lose their mind and unleash the hounds of ad hominem because they think you're trying to harsh their fannish squee or to call them an asshole. You can say, "I think that assertion is misguided or wrong because of X, Y, and Z," and no one jumps on you with both feet for "attacking other posters" or disrupting board harmony. The posters there are better able to divorce the argument from the individual, and Rammstein isn't so sacrosanct that criticism is viewed as some terrible disloyalty.

I suspect that Herzeleid is more even-tempered than Rosenrot or SMM* because the membership there is more evenly distributed between males and females. I can hear the underwear bunching and the knives sharpening from here, but before anyone storms in to excoriate me for my obviously internalized misogyny, allow me to explain before you bring down the cudgels. I do not believe for one moment that women are slaves to their emotions or creatures incapable of using logic. I do not think that women require men to keep them from spinning out of control and splattering hysteria everywhere. But I do think that women have been silenced, shamed, and undermined by society for so long that they fiercely protect the spaces and identities they have carved out for themselves on the Internet in general and in fannish spaces in particular. They have grown so accustomed to being told that they are wrong simply for being women that they view any disagreement as an attempt to ridicule or silence them, even if that disagreement comes from other women. So when someone disagree with their opinion on a cherished topic, they not only take affront with the disagreement, but also perceive it as an insult to their intelligence and perhaps even a challenge to their right to hold an opinion at all.

Male fen, who have never had to worry about being told to sit down and shut up, are unencumbered by the constant fear that someone will discount their opinion before they even form it and can afford to be more magnanimous and focus on dissecting the argument rather than on the need to defend their hard-won image on the Internet. They know that unless they show themselves for complete asswipes during the discussion, no one will think less of them if they "lose" or change their minds. By contrast, a female fan knows that if she "loses" or changes her mind, it will be seen as weakness or flightiness, and that subsequent opinions offered might not be granted due consideration because she has a history of capitulating or flaking. So a female fan must fight harder to be taken seriously by fandom and maintain the position they have achieved. Because she has more to lose, a female fan will fight harder, and sometimes dirtier, than a male fan, who can simply retreat behind his sacred peepee and his machismo and vacate the field with a hearty, "LOL" when the shit gets too thick.

Add to that the increasing conflation of opinionated argument with a vicious personal attack that seeks to invalidate the whole of a person's credibility and rob them of their right to breathe and the manic need to be a badass on the Internet, and civil debate is a rare feat, indeed, on the Internet. That I have found it Herzeleid, of all places, is amazing.

*It should be noted that I was booted from SMM's party before the board took off, and so I cannot testify to its gender dynamic after my departure.



And because I'm sure I've starched some britches with this, have some Muppet awesome to take the edge off the gnashing rage.
The Herzeleid forums might be a pit of masculine posturing and dismissive hipsterism, but it does boast one advantage over the other active Rammstein sites I have visited. You can disagree with another poster on an issue, and no one will lose their mind and unleash the hounds of ad hominem because they think you're trying to harsh their fannish squee or to call them an asshole. You can say, "I think that assertion is misguided or wrong because of X, Y, and Z," and no one jumps on you with both feet for "attacking other posters" or disrupting board harmony. The posters there are better able to divorce the argument from the individual, and Rammstein isn't so sacrosanct that criticism is viewed as some terrible disloyalty.

I suspect that Herzeleid is more even-tempered than Rosenrot or SMM* because the membership there is more evenly distributed between males and females. I can hear the underwear bunching and the knives sharpening from here, but before anyone storms in to excoriate me for my obviously internalized misogyny, allow me to explain before you bring down the cudgels. I do not believe for one moment that women are slaves to their emotions or creatures incapable of using logic. I do not think that women require men to keep them from spinning out of control and splattering hysteria everywhere. But I do think that women have been silenced, shamed, and undermined by society for so long that they fiercely protect the spaces and identities they have carved out for themselves on the Internet in general and in fannish spaces in particular. They have grown so accustomed to being told that they are wrong simply for being women that they view any disagreement as an attempt to ridicule or silence them, even if that disagreement comes from other women. So when someone disagree with their opinion on a cherished topic, they not only take affront with the disagreement, but also perceive it as an insult to their intelligence and perhaps even a challenge to their right to hold an opinion at all.

Male fen, who have never had to worry about being told to sit down and shut up, are unencumbered by the constant fear that someone will discount their opinion before they even form it and can afford to be more magnanimous and focus on dissecting the argument rather than on the need to defend their hard-won image on the Internet. They know that unless they show themselves for complete asswipes during the discussion, no one will think less of them if they "lose" or change their minds. By contrast, a female fan knows that if she "loses" or changes her mind, it will be seen as weakness or flightiness, and that subsequent opinions offered might not be granted due consideration because she has a history of capitulating or flaking. So a female fan must fight harder to be taken seriously by fandom and maintain the position they have achieved. Because she has more to lose, a female fan will fight harder, and sometimes dirtier, than a male fan, who can simply retreat behind his sacred peepee and his machismo and vacate the field with a hearty, "LOL" when the shit gets too thick.

Add to that the increasing conflation of opinionated argument with a vicious personal attack that seeks to invalidate the whole of a person's credibility and rob them of their right to breathe and the manic need to be a badass on the Internet, and civil debate is a rare feat, indeed, on the Internet. That I have found it Herzeleid, of all places, is amazing.

*It should be noted that I was booted from SMM's party before the board took off, and so I cannot testify to its gender dynamic after my departure.


And because I'm sure I've starched some britches with this, have some Muppet awesome to take the edge off the gnashing rage.
We're expecting yet more savage weather tomorrow, and so I expect to spend a great deal of time sitting in the dark with everything turned off and unplugged. If it's thought to get exceedingly violent--dangerous lightning and winds in excess of seventy miles an hour--we fully intend to hie ourselves unto my mother's abode, which is made of concrete and not balsa wood and tarpaper. And yes, the Rammstein catalogue and concert tickets will be coming with us.

Speaking of Rammstein, the fen has been exceedingly quiet of late. I had expected it to be more active in the weeks leading to the North American tour, but it seems to have exhausted the topic for the time being, and some fans are far more interested in discussing Till's rumored relationship with a twenty-one-year-old social climber.

Now, I love to gossip--I cheerfully assert that gossip is an American pastime on par with football or baseball, and I have certainly had no shortage of opinions on Richard's paramours, but to see so many female fans accuse Till of robbing the cradle and humiliating his daughters with his choice of partner irritates me. Such an attitude presumes a knowledge of Till's relationship with his children that the fen simply cannot possess, and further presumes that Till's daughters operate by puritanical American mores. Maybe his daughters are embarrassed or uncomfortable seeing their father's private affairs splashed across the tabloids. I certainly would have been squicked to see my father's intimate and/or sexual exploits played out in the public eye. But not everyone operates by puritanical mores, and it's very likely that his daughters don't care who he's seeing or fucking and only want him to be happy and healthy, the end. Either way, it's none of the fen's business, and to trot out his daughters as an excuse for judgmental concern-trolling is a low and rather filthy strawman. Just say what you mean, Rammfen. Either you're jealous because he's not slipping his aged bratwurst into your underage sauerkraut, or you think he's a skeevy, old, pathetic pervert who's desperately trying to draw attention to himself and cling to his withered youth by drilling some vacuous celebutante. You're not making yourselves look any better by couching your disdain in terms of concern for daughters whom you've seldom seem. In fact, it makes you look like disingenuous assholes instead of garden-variety ones.
We're expecting yet more savage weather tomorrow, and so I expect to spend a great deal of time sitting in the dark with everything turned off and unplugged. If it's thought to get exceedingly violent--dangerous lightning and winds in excess of seventy miles an hour--we fully intend to hie ourselves unto my mother's abode, which is made of concrete and not balsa wood and tarpaper. And yes, the Rammstein catalogue and concert tickets will be coming with us.

Speaking of Rammstein, the fen has been exceedingly quiet of late. I had expected it to be more active in the weeks leading to the North American tour, but it seems to have exhausted the topic for the time being, and some fans are far more interested in discussing Till's rumored relationship with a twenty-one-year-old social climber.

Now, I love to gossip--I cheerfully assert that gossip is an American pastime on par with football or baseball, and I have certainly had no shortage of opinions on Richard's paramours, but to see so many female fans accuse Till of robbing the cradle and humiliating his daughters with his choice of partner irritates me. Such an attitude presumes a knowledge of Till's relationship with his children that the fen simply cannot possess, and further presumes that Till's daughters operate by puritanical American mores. Maybe his daughters are embarrassed or uncomfortable seeing their father's private affairs splashed across the tabloids. I certainly would have been squicked to see my father's intimate and/or sexual exploits played out in the public eye. But not everyone operates by puritanical mores, and it's very likely that his daughters don't care who he's seeing or fucking and only want him to be happy and healthy, the end. Either way, it's none of the fen's business, and to trot out his daughters as an excuse for judgmental concern-trolling is a low and rather filthy strawman. Just say what you mean, Rammfen. Either you're jealous because he's not slipping his aged bratwurst into your underage sauerkraut, or you think he's a skeevy, old, pathetic pervert who's desperately trying to draw attention to himself and cling to his withered youth by drilling some vacuous celebutante. You're not making yourselves look any better by couching your disdain in terms of concern for daughters whom you've seldom seem. In fact, it makes you look like disingenuous assholes instead of garden-variety ones.
laguera25: Dug from UP! (Default)
( Mar. 18th, 2011 06:44 pm)
You know, as many issues as I have with Rammstein's management when it comes to their powers of North American promotion, this story of fannish alarm-raising is too dubious even for me. From Rammstein Honeymoon on Rosenrot:

I sent a message to Finger about the lack of promo for the North American tour and he was under the impression that they were all sold out already and because of that, no promotion was neccessary. I explained that I realize that promo is not his job but the shows are not sold out and someone within Rammstein management should know.

So...you've got Finger's email address? Okay, I might be able to buy that. Stranger things have happened. But...isn't Finger Till's body man, the same body man that fandom swore was leaving the Rammstein organization after the MSG show? In fact, fen reported that Till was so upset by the loss of his trusted friend that he spent much of the NYC afterparty(an afterparty that Guitarzk had heard from Richard himself wasn't going to happen, trufax)that he spent it in a dour drunk and had to be helped out by Nele. That Finger. A guy who, according to fen, hasn't been with the organization since December.

You emailed a guy who supposedly doesn't work for the band anymore to complain about the lack of promotion, and even though he supposedly doesn't work for the band anymore, he's worried enough to raise the issue with management.

Bullshit.

This story is so full of holes. Either this woman is being duped, or the fannish grapevine that was so sure Finger was leaving the band's employ got it wrong.

A few problems:

-If Finger left Rammstein's employ in December, then he wouldn't be in a position to raise the issue of promotion with them.

-If he didn't leave the band's employ, then the fact remains that Finger is part of the band's security detail and might not have anything to do with promotional affairs.

-There is no way that Pilgrim isn't well goddamn aware of how the tickets are moving. According to a large part of this bandom, Pilgrim are control freaks who know exactly how many condoms a band member has on his person at a given time or how many pubes Olli left on the toilet seat the last time he visited the loo. The same person spouting this story also offered up a rambling, cryptic anecdote about how Rammstein granted some radio producer named Mike Sullivan an interview in Quebec, and then forbade him from disseminating the interview anywhere because the band had been burned so often by negative press. One then wonders why the hell they granted the interview in the first place, but never mind.

So now I'm supposed to believe that this legendarily meticulous, controlling group of micromanagers has no idea how many tickets they've sold and have been walking around for several weeks under the mistaken impression that the shows were sold out, thereby relieving them of the need to do further promotion.

Lie harder next time. Say you emailed Emu.
A first and final pimp for Part XV of Sprache: PartXVb. It's a link to the second half, but as usual, the link to the first can be found in the list of links above the chapter.

And now, it's on to the next part of my NYC odyssey.

For once, I agree with Beekay on something. I know. I needed a lie-down after that realization myself. On what do we agree? Over the the Rosenrot forums, Rammstein Honeymoon points out the lack of promotion for the Toronto show:

A Sign that the End Is Nigh )

So, according to OOMPH! fans, the albums from Sperm to Plastik are the best, so perhaps I'll give them a try first.

Dear Youtube commenter,

Way to imply that OOMPH! is a band of pedophiles and pederasts. Just because the band frequently features children in their videos, that doesn't make them sexual predators. It just means that they, like many other creative people, have realized that children who are not yours are often strange, fey, unsettling creatures who can be used to inject unease or pathos into any situation.

While I might be able to swallow the remote possibility that one member of the band was a pervert who preyed on children if I cut off the blood supply to my brain, I simply cannot fathom that an entire band and everyone in their video crews is a roving gang of molesters who get their jollies by kiddie fiddling young children on crowded video sets. Please loosen your underwear and engage your brain.
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