Music Monday Vol. 1

I’m no connoisseur. I’m no expert. I’m no critic. I just know what doesn’t sit well with me. I’m about 36 years behind, and I don’t even mind. I have no qualms about living in a time capsule.  When I venture out of it, the few songs that stick, stick forever.

Sharing and exploring music is intimate, so this is a smedium deal for me. I’ve been othered and called weird for liking “white people music” for so long that it takes effort to really enjoy and align myself with the values represented in mainstream black music. I take suggestions from people whose interests and lifestyles resonate with me.

Here goes. Hits. Misses. Videos.

Hits

“About You” – XXYYXx 

I don’t know how to explain why this song is so sexy! Like chopped and screwed meets art  gallery.👩🏾‍🎨

“Combine” – Kes (aka Kes the Band)

I like his/their infectious upbeat positivity. For the culture, for sure! Makes good workout music. Might play this at my wedding.💍

Misses 

“Bruck Off Yuh Back” (Remix) ft. Breezy

First off, this culture vulture business has to stop. Second, fake patois makes my stomach hurt!😑

Videos

Afro-beat, pop, punk, soca, jazz, or house is LIFE!💃🏾

I love how the minimalism of the video helps you focus on the primarily dark-skinned beautifully-adorned women! I’m here for this harkening toward the motherland in music of late! Yes lawd! 😫😭

Plus, TWO VIDEOS!

“Come Closer” – Wiz Kid ft. Aubrey Graham

The more aesthetically immersive version…

BRUH! What if there’s a club scene in Black Panther, and this song is featured!? 😱💀

Anywho that’s all I’ve got. Burn your bridges, listen to new stuff. It’s not ok to write off whole genres based on generalizations. I’m trying to leave 2008!

If I love you, I have to want better for you.

Roze Goes


Am I Suffering From Life-lag?

I’m having a hard time adjusting to fame… no wait, school (I’m sorry, I thought I was Drake again). The semester has started but I’m in a fog. I haven’t started studying or working on my extracurricular activities. None of it seems real. I feel like the cloudy part of the Claritin-D commercial.  No over-the-counter antihistamine can help me. I NEED a swift kick in the pants… without the foot though (feet are gross). I made a to-do list… wanna see? It looks like this…

To-do List

1. make a to-do list

… that’s all I have.

… I don’t even have any muffins

I feel like this.

Someone help. It’s like someone is holding my enthusiasm hostage, but my negotiator is busy on Tumblr. I have the will power of the average fruit fly right about now. Oh, and I broke my glasses… fun! If you have any words to stir my spirit, or call me to action, keep them to yourself… I’m just gonna live in this rut for a while. *FROWN*

Woke Up in Tears…

Clutching hard to these lasts fragments of a dream like a fistful of glitter in the wind. Cheeks red and eyes puffy, face still sticky and tear-stained. I’m trying to pinpoint it. This morning I feel like a collage of vacation photos; space-fillers for an actual memory, actual feelings. I feel like big kool-aid smiles fixed in waxy Polaroids, of family reunions I didn’t attend. I feel like a drifter in my own life; stopping occasionally to observe others feeling, appreciating and living theirs. Standing in the face of my own honesty, the abyss looks into me. I just keep singing my version this one lil’ Drake line (Doing it Wrong) “Cry if you need to, but I can’t stay to hear you, it’d be the wrong thing to do. Cause you say ‘I love you.’ and I’ll end up lying, and say I love you too.” I don’t feel like something is missing. I feel missing. But not important enough to trouble your milk cartons, to annoy you with Facebook posts of a young girl missing, but too old to be lost.  Have you seen me? Yes, I’m sure you have. But I haven’t… not for a while.