Candace Roberts – Not My City Anymore

Candace Roberts ist eine Sängerin aus San Francisco, die 2013 unter dem Eindruck der steigenden Mieten in ihrer Stadt den Protestsong „Not My City Anymore“ schrieb. Sie lebt seit 2 Jahren in einem Mini-Van und hält sich mit Jobs als „Hundesitterin“ über Wasser. Im Feature „Bay Area Disrupted“ erzählt sie von ihrem Leben und den Gründen für ihren Protestsong. Die folgenden Zitate stammen aus den Interviews mit ihr.

 

About her song „Not My City Anymore“:

I wrote it last fall, right in this neighborhood, in the Castro, because I kept seeing all the high-rises come up that I could never afford to live in. And I literally walked down these streets and I said, ‘There isn’t a place for me here any more.‘ And it’s really about feeling like it’s the end of an era. It’s like, you know, this place that I love and treasure – just… there isn’t room for me, you know? Unless I make a certain amount of money. (Laughs) It’s impossible.

My song ‘Not My City Any More’ is very much about how tech is affecting San Francisco in particular, and how City Hall is bowing down to tech. And, in general, there are other songs and other videos that speak to this same issue, and those voices are coming directly out of the Bay Area. There are Bay Area artists who are being very vocal and critical of what’s going on. For example, there is the song and video called ‘Google Google Apps Apps’ by Persia. It’s a great video, and it speaks really clearly to how tech is displacing people of color and queers and artists in the Bay Area. And then there’s a song called ‘The “Google Bus Song’, out of Oakland as well, that speaks to some of the same issues. These were all Bay Area artists, from the Silicon Valley area, that have something to say about what’s going on. I think the point is that, yeah, a lot of times, it’s about the technology which is de-placing [sic] people, is about young, white tech-kids – male, mostly – coming in, displacing people of color, displacing service workers, displacing queers.

 

About technology:

I keep saying this – I’m not against technology at all. I use technology to make video, to record, but I’m opposed to City Hall here bowing down to tech corporations at the expense of others being shut out, economically and culturally, from this city. The tech companies aren’t being forced to pull their full weight – you know, they have tax breaks, there’s tax subsidies. The whole, you know, ‘Google Bus’ issue is about… they’re not really investing into public transportation for this city – it’s kind of an elite system.

 

About San Francisco loosing its soul:

It’s about money and it’s about greed that’s displacing people, and causing the city to just suddenly… essentially, it’s like, the city is losing its heart and soul, right in front of us, as we speak. I mean, what makes this place so culture-rich is disappearing, and it’s the reason people have always wanted to come here. And it’s just… like I said, it’s just vanishing before our eyes.

 

Not My City Anymore

I fell in love with a girl who was sort of a saint
And her name was Fran, Fran Cisco, San Fran Cisco
She had long wild hair and a loud belly laugh
She said “Come as you are, you can fly whatever flag”
It was love, it was love

But they rode into town with their dollars and bling
They were promised the sky, this was more than just a fling
They beat Fran down and smashed her face into dirt
They slowly bent her over, ripping off her skirt

Now she’s not my city anymore
No she’s not my city anymore
They tied my hands, forced me to watch, while she became what she’s not
No she’s not my city anymore

Hey City Hall ……
Fran lost the light in her eyes, I never thought her a quitter
But she’s been pimped til she’s dry to the highest bidder
So another high rise and another whole foods
You’re a 24 year old gazillionaire with nothing to lose

You wake up in your loft, with your view of the bay
You skip down to Valencia for your artisanal shave
Drinking $6 coffee while creating your app
Then you tweet your friends that you just took an artisanal crap
Hey, can you save one for me? I’m kinda hungry

I cook your food, wait your tables, serve you cocktails, where’s my tip?
I teach your kids, wipe their asses, walk your dogs, I suck your dicks
Write your songs, paint your murals, haul your garbage, wax your beave
Funny who you decide to reward, while the rest of make beans

Up go the rents, in come the chains, oh, out with the little guy
It’s an economic cleanse, the great divide, now a mile high
The top tier always looks the same, no matter the city you name
So Fran’s not Fran anymore, you kicked your whore to the door.
Didn’t this all happen before?

Now she’s not my city anymore
No she’s not my city anymore
They tied my hands, forced me to watch while she became what she’s not
No she’s not my city anymore, no she’s not my city anymore

San Francisco, they forced open your gates too wide
Shot all their fear and greed inside of you
Hey City Hall must it always be boom or bust
Isn’t there room for us … all?

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