I sat down with Catherine Liu, author of Virtue Hoarders (2021), professor of Film & Media Studies at UC Irvine, for her new series at Montez Press Radio. Catherine writes, “This series, Workers of the Culture Industry Unite! (LOL) tries to address the problems of artists' work in the age of finance capitalism… At a time when the corporations and institutions that support artists are suffering from endless crises of legitimacy, how can we have better conversations about what artistic and aesthetic freedom really look like.”

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Catherine Liu: Workers of the Culture Industry Unite (lol) Live at Montez Press Radio

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We meet and I could tell you still brute
Not me but not all feelings fell through
I’m thinking how to not let hell loose
But on the surface I dispel proof
If I could choose to tell or harbor news
I wish you would rip my heart in two
And I could tell you were overdue
Yeah I held too, it ain’t for nothing

I don’t want you but I can’t let you go
Had a few thoughts but I battered that rope
Fell in the flume, wouldn’t count it as pull
Stream was a fluke, ain’t account for the truth
Head on the floor, hand me some more
Avoiding the point every shot that I pour
Pass me the joint as our habits rejoice 
Brush off the load, cause’ I can’t handle force
Can’t go ghost, shit case ain’t closed
Go replace your heart, ‘for the pace unfold 
Yeah I’m paid some more, with a band can’t cope
Put a price on both now there ain’t no hope
Oh, oh, oh, oh
We spoke, I call
Therefore I fall
Ain’t know, I’d stall

I’m the main line for you
That ain’t my story
Your faith in glory
It ain’t my fault
You sailed from dock
My feels all stock
Won’t fill you up
Don’t want you stuck
I’ll fill you in
On how I bend
And how it changed
Don’t feel the same

just can't go ghost

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God damn fingers lil stained from the potent ounce
Pass that, job on my ass, but I double down
Beats me how I’m still around, but I’m all in now	
2 strikes and I play it foul, what I’m all about
I want the truth from you, tell me why you lie to me
Gave me this confidence just to go on talking down on me
Second I don’t breathe, the toxin in your fangs seep
Heat in my lung like disease when I don’t sleep
Give me the truth
I understand you don’t wanna speak
But these lil loops, blur the lines yet make them so clear

Got a pound on me, meaning you can count on me
Inside but the feeling is outside of reach
Aside from control I gain from crafting peace
You doubting me?
Got a pound on me, meaning you can count on me
Inside but the feeling is outside of me
Aside from control I gain from crafting peace
It's hella cheap
In comparison to weight I bear from finding me
Taught me more bout myself than my past 20
Kinda scary what I didn’t know, astonishing
I’m doubting me

Ride with me, baby, don’t lie to me
Find you on the fence, then you died to me
Thats not the case if you side with me
Too many days away
Trust none but myself cause I’m bound to be
Solo fit well, it don’t bother me
Think about it everyday

I’m finding out
I gotta go
I gotta go before you tell me to
I gotta go

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