As DJ and producer Ten Walls goes on an anti-gay rant on social media, Getintothis’ Shaun Ponsonby calls him out on all accounts.
The popular (apparently, I’ve never heard of him myself) DJ and producer Ten Walls – I don’t think that’s his real name, it’s fucking stupid if it is – has sparked controversy recently with an astonishingly homophobic rant on his Facebook page. And by “controversy”, I mean the kind of widespread vitriol usually reserved for George Lucas by Star Wars fans.
The post has since been deleted so it’s hard to know exactly what, if anything, provoked the triad. But several media reports picked up on it, so thankfully we are able to see all the bizarre hatred spewed all over the place like a really good metaphor that I can’t be arsed wasting in an article about such an almighty boob.
“I remember producing music for one Lithuanian musician, who tried to wash my brain that I don’t need to be so conservative and intolerant about them. When I asked him ‘what would you do if you realised that your 16-year-old son’s browny is ripped by his boyfriend?’ Well he was silent.”
Well, I would march his boyfriend down to the bakery and get him to buy him another brownie. In my house, we respect baked deserts, thank you very much. But, I don’t quite see what that’s got to do with homosexuality. Straight people can mistreat bakery goods too. Unless by “browny”, you mean…
…oh…hang on, I get it. You do realise that’s not quite how it’s done, don’t you? Bloody hell. Not even a plethora of Simpsons quotes will get me through this one.
It seems like Dr Ten Walls, professor of anthropology at Vacuous University is claiming that as a victory, judging by the “well he was silent” comment. A very intelligent point being made there, expressed in such an articulate manner.
Of course, just to play devil’s advocate, I might suggest that the musician he was producing didn’t fall silent because he suddenly saw the light and said “hang on, he’s got a point. I’ve never looked at it from an ill educated and bigoted point of view before”, but rather that he was shocked by the nonsensical ramblings of the massive bellend he has hired to produce his work and figured “there is no point in having this argument with an ignoramus”. Or, as they say in Lithuania; “nėra, turintis šį argumentą su ignoramus taškas“.
Later on in the piece, he said “the good 90s … these people of different breed where [sic]fixed.” Yeah…remember when shock therapy was successful in wiping out all that homosexual activity that exists in every single animal on the planet and was never widely discredited as a practice? Nope, me neither.
He also compared what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes to…well; “One of my first gigs in Ireland, on my way to [my]hotel I saw a church with a fence decorated with hundreds of baby shoes. Naturally I wondered why? Unfortunately a priest’s lie for many years was uncovered when children were massively raped. Unfortunately the people of other breed continue to do it and everyone knows it but does nothing.”
Oh, God…make it stop!
Well…as profoundly and delicately as he might have articulated that point, redundant adjective notwithstanding (“massively“?), it is hard to tell entirely what he is referring to when he says “people of other breed continue to do it and everyone knows it but does nothing”. Does he mean all gays are paedophiles, or merely sodomites? Please, enlighten us further, oh great one!
Anyhow, cue justified backlash and him being dropped from the bill at Creamfields and Fort Romeau cancelling his support slot with Walls at London’s Koko.
Of course, sensing he was out of touch with his audience, Walls apologised for leaving his brain in the period of time when homosexuality was still illegal. He posted to Facebook “I want to apologize for the former post in my account. I am really sorry about its insulting content which does not reflect my true opinion. I hope this misunderstanding will not provoke any more thoughts and opinions.”
Although that just raises more questions.
Like, if it doesn’t reflect your true opinion, were you just pretending to be a crazy, raving homophobe as some kind of social experiment? Because there wasn’t really much room for this misunderstanding you speak of, unless the anecdote you told in relation to the “browny” actually is strangely-placed unrelated story about a dessert.
Here’s a larger question, why would you join a “scene” if you have no idea what it’s about? The dance scene practically came out (pun not intended) of LGBT communities, a literal – and ironic – straight line between dance music today and gay scenes of old is quite obviously drawn. If this is the thing you love, I’d have thought you would be aware of this. I know I obsess over the things I love, and if I was going to dedicate my life to something, I would probably want to know what that thing actually is.
Speaking of research, the big question I would like to know the answer to, depraved as I am, is whether he googled the phrase Elephant Walk before he released his biggest hit Walking with Elephants, because it relates to a graphic homosexual act. At least according to the ever-reliable Urban Dictionary. FYI, I would strongly advise you not to look that up if you are squeamish.
But, most importantly…are you really sorry? Are you really? Really, are you? Really? Are you? Really? Or are you just trying to pathetically claw back some of your quickly dissipating fanbase? Are you sure this doesn’t chime with your views? If it doesn’t, why did you spend time writing it out?
It’s not like people have taken issue to some outdated terminology that maybe he just hasn’t considered. That is forgivable. A little slur that he doesn’t really think about the consequences of. This isn’t just “think before you speak“.
This was full blown rant, with sub-plots and supporting characters. It was pretty well considered for something that he didn’t mean to do. I don’t know what’s more insulting; the initial post or the idea that people are dumb enough to swallow such tripe. Because, you know, some of us have IQs that reach double and triple figures.
Thankfully, it seems that the reaction has been accordingly negative to Dr Walls, but as ever in these cases you get a couple of people defending his right to freedom of speech.
Fundamentally, I agree. He is allowed to say whatever the hell he wants.
However, to bring it up is to miss the point entirely. Nobody is stifling his freedom of speech. He can still say what he wants. He has the right to scream it in my face. But, equally, I have the right to call him a knob for it. Those who equate a left thinking backlash to a far right idea to some kind of communist liberal fascism are clearly too stupid to understand the difference between “stifling freedom of speech” and “freedom of speech without consequence”, and are often just as homophobic/racist/sexist/transphobic/xenophobic (delete according to slur) as the person they’re defending on some level. They just learn to hide it better. Just as an incidental aside, the collective term for a group of bigots is a “fuckle”. A fuckle of bigots.
Furthermore, people saying “I think you’re a dickhead” in response are merely exercising their right to freedom of speech just as much as the fuckle. So, I don’t even understand the argument from their point of view.
As for Ten Walls, I hope he enjoyed his career. Because he’s unlikely to be forgiven any time soon for something so against what dance music is supposed to be about.
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