#Arteetude 299 - Schlich and his AI co-host Sophia discuss the formative years that shaped his practice.

English:

Arteetude 299 is a raw, personal reflection with Detlef Schlich and his AI co-host Sophia. Together, they explore Detlef’s early life — from his civil servant years in Cologne and the heaviness of elderly care, to the spark of his first band Paradiesox Peacepack. They discuss fear as part of performance, art as a ritual, and why resisting mass production is central to creative authenticity—a dialogue of honesty, fragility, and the fire that still burns in WAW.

German:

Arteetude 299 ist eine rohe, persönliche Reflexion mit Detlef Schlich und seiner KI-Co-Host Sophia. Gemeinsam erkunden sie Detlefs frühe Jahre – vom Beamtenjob in Köln und den Belastungen der Altenpflege bis zum Funken seiner ersten Band Paradiesox Peacepack. Sie sprechen über Angst als Teil der Performance, Kunst als Ritual und warum der Widerstand gegen Massenproduktion zentral für künstlerische Wahrheit ist. Ein Dialog über Ehrlichkeit, Verletzlichkeit und das Feuer, das in WAW weiterbrennt.

No place for the masses

Verse 1

I stand against the crowd now,

their rhythm feels too thin.

Surrounded by the stillness,

where systems lock me in.

I move through empty spaces,

past products lined in rows.

Each pulse feels manufactured,

each movement pre-composed.

Chorus

No place for the masses —

give me cracks, give me scars.

I choose the broken voices,

over polished avatars.

No place for the masses —

only fragments, only true.

I won't repeat the pattern,

I carve a road brand new.

Verse 2

Mass-produced perfection,

drowns out the honest song.

But beauty lives in discord,

where raw emotions throng.

I've built my own resistance,

in music pure and rare.

A space beyond the market,

where truth can breathe free air.

Chorus (repeat)

No place for the masses —

give me cracks, give me scars.

I choose the broken voices,

over polished avatars.

No place for the masses —

only fragments, only true.

I won't repeat the pattern,

I carve a road brand new.

Bridge

Let them chase perfection,

let them sell their lies.

I'll make art in wreckage,

where authenticity lies.

Final Chorus (slow, mantra-like)

No place for the masses…

Only silence, only few.

No place for the masses…

I am the crack,

and so are you.

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