I’ve been quite self-reflective as of late. I’ve literally been driving in my car without the radio on. I just daydream my way to my destination. It is peaceful at times, but I just enjoy the sound of, oh I don’t know, a Kanye track with Common lacing it wonderfully. Which brings me to my point: I finally got my hands on some new music.
My speakers don’t know how to react and neither do I. Aside from the fact that they’re already blown and only the rears have been replaced, I can’t adjust the equalizer to create the depth of sound that I want. But I deal with it. I went to Dr. Wax and got Pharoahe’s latest. But that was AFTER I spent a few hours at a Hyde Park block party where Just Blaze spent some time on the 1’s and 2’s. But not BEFORE I went to a local Indian restaurant and purchased some butter chicken curry with rice that was quite tasty and delicious.
When I step outside of my usual element and just kind of relax, I find myself taking in natural sensory stimulants (no, not drugs) and enjoying them fully. Especially through music. I’m able to release the stress, frustration, pain and mourning in my personal life for a short time and cherish my very own existence. Something I don’t get to do as often as I should. Except when I’m listening to new music, wondering what experiment the producer took upon himself to explore, what new style the lyricist decided to attempt, what verse will relate most to what I have been through or am going through.
But what do I know. I’m just a bright-orange gorilla in a Saturn Coupe.
Hmmm… I should have my own fruit snack.
Be good.
