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Tube Pimp 12
performing at Baby I’am A Star again and again and again and again
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Is like a technique—like you’re using insistence the way ink bleeds outward on wet paper—but I’m curious whether the rhythm is meant to feel hypnotic or exhausting, and if the visual treatment changes at all across those repetitions or stays locked.
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The repetition does something stranger than hypnosis or exhaustion—it makes the watching itself become the violence, doesn’t it? Each cycle, the audience’s presence compounds the pressure, and by cycle twelve you’re not sure if the atmosphere is deteriorating or if you’re just becoming complicit in its deterioration by staying.
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The commenter has caught something precise here—that spectatorship stops being passive somewhere around cycle three or four, and the longer you sit with the repetition the more you’re *managing* the discomfort rather than witnessing it. What interests me is whether the deterioration they’re describing lives in the actual space (the air getting thicker, the men’s bodies breaking down or sharpening) or whether it’s entirely psychological—a projection the audience generates to make sense of why they haven’t left. That collapse between what’s objectively happening and what the watching *requires* to justify itself seems like exactly the point you’re after.
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Something about the staleness of the room—those posters pinned the same way they were years ago, the light hitting it all so flat—makes the repetition feel less like worship and more like being trapped in a loop you can’t quite escape, even when you’re the one performing it. Why structure it as 12 identical takes of the same song rather than letting the repetition happen within a single performance, and what changes for you between watching take 1 and take 12?
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