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shotgun – soccer mommy
I just had a wonderful conversation with a friend (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nw_JWF4ZYq8). Essentially, giving me an idea of what goes into a relationship (platonic or otherwise). I’ve become really close to a few people in the last couple years. Before these last few years, I’d hardly call anyone an actual close friend. In fact, in this life I have been content to go it mostly alone. Something that I think isn’t healthy for the human psyche. And yet, I had that attitude. But when I started working, for whatever reason, I’ve made more friends than I ever did in the previous nineteen years I had been alive.
Let me weave you into this conversation’s context. We were chilling in one of my friend’s new-ish apartment. She and I are single right now (her for a month or two, me for… likesixyearsorwhatever, anyway), while our other friend is not. She has been in a steady relationship for a couple years now (in fact, we had just gotten back from having dinner with all of us and her boyfriend). We were talking about dating apps. Cause I have become a permanent resident who pays rent on those apps. I was telling both of these women why I’ve been in a place of single-dom for so long. You see, I had previously not understood why. But I made a connection to it.
I am the type of person you’ll see at a party, function, whatever. I’ll make a good first impression, I’ll listen, tell you stories. And you’ll walk away with this idea that I am a good dude, and hey I might want to talk with him again. But that’s not me. Just like Patrick Bateman (STAY WITH ME HERE!!!!) there’s an idea of me, an abstraction. I keep my true self reserved for my house, with family, or with a close few confidants. But very few people have been included in the latter portion of that list. For honestly, no reason. Growing up, I moved a lot. Often enough to where I never felt comfortable truly calling a place my hometown. For that reason, I never made friendships that lasted (this is before social media and the like). So I insulated, I became content with myself and only myself. And for that reason, I have been unable to give myself up to anyone, let alone a partner.
But you see, these friends of mine are some of the few that I have been willing to give myself up to. And yeah, they are fucking great and all, but I never envisioned myself being friends with them when I first met them. Which is weird to me thinking about it now. Because that is the exact reason I have not dated anyone. I used to think it was because I was unattractive, or that it was cause Arizona is not built for me. But no, it truly is because I am unwilling to give things a chance with a variety of women who have deserved it.
My friend in her relationship told me that she didn’t think her boyfriend was the one for the first few dates. But then, like the final piece of the puzzle, it clicked and the picture was visible. She implored me to go on dates with people. Try new things, be a new person. Will I do it right away? No, not at all. But I am willing to take that advice with me to the future. And I think it will work out.
This whole thing parrots this idea that I always remember when I was simply a lowly cashier talking to a couple during a transaction. The man in the couple simply stated: “you can’t force it, it will come when you least expect it.” And I don’t think you can write or say anything more succinct than that.
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gotsta get paid – rico nasty
Rico Nasty’s new album came out and I love it! It’s really solid, one of Rico’s best efforts. I’ve been a fan of her for a couple years now. But I have had trouble connecting with her previous material. Especially cause she’s a huge fan of genre blending and switching (something that is still present on Las Ruinas). But I decided to give it a shot since I saw some people talk positive about it. I like to go track-by-track when I write about music, so lets-a-go:
Intrusive – when you start with this weird glitch metal/rap thingy that’s how you know shit’s gonna go buckwild. The glitchiness reminds me a lot of Poppy’s I Disagree album (and that album is pretty fire). A fucking solid album opener.
Vaderz (feat. Bktherula) – I’ve heard of Bktherula on TikTok and I haven’t heard her much since. But the ladies killed it!The track reminds me a lot of this newer style of rap. Like Rx Papi or Carti. There’s something so cool about it.
Black Punk – one of my favorite tracks! It’s just everything that makes me love Rico. Catchy-ass hook, bust-a-bitch-ass lyrics, and a rocking-ass beat. Plus that breakdown at the end of the track??? UGHHHHHH GIMME MORE MISS RICOOOOO.
Messy (feat. Teezo Touchdown and Bktherula) – apt title. Got nothing against Teezo, but I had a hard time with his rough singing on this track. I felt this way initially about Kid Cudi’s singing on Ghost Town off Ye. But that song grew on me, so who knows? The breakbeat drums are so fucking sick though! Can’t get my mind off them!!
Phuckin Lady – a much needed lil palette cleanser. It was high time to kind of bring it down to earth with a little lower key song. But that digital sound is still present and it’s really great to hear.
One On 5 – club hit. GIMME RICO AT THE FUCKING CLUB. I think people who fuck with club music might not like this, but I like it. Sooooo we know whose opinion matters here.
Gotsta Get Paid – nahhhhhhhhhhh GIMME MORE OF THIS SHITTTTTT!!!!!! This is probably my favorite track. Rico raps her ass off on this. The Tom and Jerry ass sound is so fucking great. You’d think it get grating after a while but it fucking bangs. I need to hear more 100 gecs hip-hop production. Shit’s gas. Jpegmafia x 100 gecs when????
Watch Your Man (feat. Marshmello) – it’s great to hear Marshmello on here. Definitely something you’d expect from him, but again Rico talked her shit. So I cannot complain.
Blow Me – apparently this was a single? Makes sense, it’s one of the tamer songs off the album that has a great chance to be iconic. Can see this becoming a TikTok hit (although, any song can be a TikTok song, honestly).
Jungle (Rico Nasty Remix) – so this is just Rico rapping on an already existing song (it’s only a couple weeks old). While Rico does her thing, it’s definitely a rapper just hopping on a “remix” kind of thing (like those Zedd and Calvin Harris rap song from the early 2010’s). But Imma need Rico to get more features like this. Anything to get her on the radio pls.
Dance Scream – a great little track. I think it’s more of an interlude more than anything. The ending is a bit weird however. Very abrupt.
Skullflower – another crack at hyperpop from Rico. It’s a good one. The only thing missing is that real catchy hook. But I like it, very drain gang.
Focus on Me – it’s interesting, I can kind of split this album after Jungle. This half does more of the sugar trap shit she has wanted to do for years. And I like it, but I don’t think it hits the same as that earlier half. Still solid, just different.
Always (skit) – she calls this a skit, but it’s more of an interlude. It’s good, but like many interludes, I’ll skip it more often than not. But hearing a track in the vein of Charli XCX and Caroline Polachek is always welcome.
Easy – Rico pouring her heart to us. Sing it to us queen! It’s great to just get her and a guitar, it gives. I like this version of Rico.
Into the Dark – so, it’s weird. This song is continuing the previous track’s mood. But it’s got a little too much in it, you feel me? A little too overproduced. I liked the stripped back feel of Easy, so we should’ve continued it! Also one of her weaker hooks.
Chicken Nugget – again, the production kinda throws this off. It’s clearly a love letter to her son, and it’s fucking well-written. But I just don’t get a sense of Rico as a person from it. It feels detached and cold, as opposed to warm and comforting. But that last bit with the message from her son was so tender and great. If the song was just that little part, it would’ve been a better ending!
I have been fucking with albums with a clear arc lately, and this is no exception. Rico did a fantastic job taking us along for this journey. The ending was a bit unfulfilled, but the overall package more than makes up for it! Thanks queen!!
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glimpse of us – joji
So… it’s way too late. I fell asleep with barely any time to write a new entry. So here’s a script from a video I wanted to do a while ago, but I have pretty much shelved at this point. It’s titled: “Alan, Russian Doll, and ‘they just like me fr’ Characters.” (SPOILERS FOR RUSSIAN DOLL SEASON 1!!!!!)
Hello, my name is Jayden and I like to talk about TV shows sometimes. Has anyone watched Russian Doll? Well, you should! It’s fantastic and well-worth any praise it has been thrown. But I haven’t seen much talk about it, specifically essays. So, I decided to take a crack at it!
(Put a spoiler warning in the edit)
The 3rd episode of the first season of the show introduces one of its principal characters in a way that literally made me go “oh my god”.
Spoilers by the way.
Nadia (Natasha Lyonne) is in a groundhog day kind of loop, dying and starting at the same point every time. After surviving to the furthest point she had made it in her day, Nadia gets into a busy elevator. Right next to her is someone we had only seen once before in the background. The man (Charlie Barnett) is nervously fidgeting a box for a ring when Nadia tells him to stop. He complies when suddenly the elevator stops. The people in the elevator start freaking out when the elevator begins to fall. Everyone lays on the ground except for Nadia, who knows she’s going to wake up again after she dies, and the man next to Nadia. Nadia, in her sardonic, murose way of handling things looks over to the man and says (insert quote from the show “Did you get the news? We’re about to die.”). To which he says (insert quote “It doesn’t matter. I die all the time”). The next episode opens with the man, Alan, looking into the mirror. He has begun a new loop.
You see, when I saw that. I, damn near, fell out of my chair. It was so genius to wait until halfway through to start introducing a principal. Especially after seeing the kinds of places we could go, rules-wise, with Nadia. But now you see an element of someone else going through it, and the rest of the season you see them figure out, together, how to end their suffering.
What gives Russian Doll dimension in a world full of stories with loops is the characters. Both Nadia and Alan have to address the elephants in their heads in order to finally break themselves out of their loops. For Nadia, it’s her regret over not “saving” her mentally-ill mother. For Alan, it’s to finally stop ignoring his clear anxiousness. Something is deeply wrong with both of them, in a fundamental, mental-health way. And they need to fix it with therapeutic remedies. “They’re just like me, for real.”
In order to kind of make the larger points I want to make, I’m going to clumsily start mentioning some shit that I have noticed on the inter.net so bear with me here…
What defines relatability? Rebecca Mead of the New Yorker says, “to describe a character or a situation in which an ordinary person might see himself reflected.” We see the world around us, and it always seems that everyone is so different. Seeing someone like me in fiction is fascinating, because now, I can see someone like me.
But you see, I see a lot of people nowadays identify with some of the weirdest characters. Get on your alpha sigma grindset and relate to Jordan Belfort, the man who committed federal crimes! Or The Narrator in Fight Club, the literal insane man who invented a split personality! Because “he just like me fr”. There’s already some great essays on this genre of meme/social media trends. But honestly, what I always seem to take away from these trends, is that they identify with the positive traits more than the negative ones. Not many people care that Scott Pilgrim is an asshole who’s dating a literal teenager in the story. They only care that he has poofy hair and is skinny and plays the bass or whatever. Because “he just like me fr”. Now, it’s not lost on me that people are joking. Obviously, people have taken the logical extension of this concept and applied it to characters like Patrick Bateman, a literal murderer. But it still intrigues me.
That’s where Alan comes in. Remember how I was saying that he needed to stop ignoring his clear anxiousness? When you see him in his first loop, he keeps things immaculate. A routine he knows in and out. Even at some points, waiting for things to happen to upkeep his routine. We find out he is reliving the day his fiancee breaks up with him. Later on, we find out that she had been cheating on him with her professor, due in large part to Alan’s faults. He doesn’t listen. He doesn’t let himself experience emotions. He is a tightly wound ball of yarn, practically bursting at the seams. “He just like me fr”. Alan is thrown off by Nadia. Something he resents after messing up his routine a couple times. But he learns to be better. He finally breaks down in a wonderfully acted scene in front of his ex-fiancee, forgiving her, and finally absolving himself of his insecurities.
I’ve found myself being very drawn to broken characters since I started therapy. While I, myself, have never been one to call my life traumatic or scarring in any way. You really see and understand yourself in a different way. (unfinished section)
Fuck… Perhaps, I have been too harsh to judge “he just like me fr” characters. Maybe people identify with Belfort’s failings as a man, more than his endless pursuit of his carnal desires. Maybe people identify with The Narrator in Fight Club’s mundane life and want for something more, more than his psychotic break and dismantling of the world. Maybe people identify with Scott Pilgrim’s commitment issues, more than his actions surrounding it. I don’t know, I’m not a therapist or psychologist. I’m just a guy with a YouTube channel. I’m just like you, fr.
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price tags (feat. anderson .paak) – jazmine sullivan
I’ve been playing this mobile game lately and the ads are absolute madness. I know this is something I everyone seems to talk about. From TikTok to Twitter to Facebook, there are mobile game ads that are the most insane things you have ever seen. But for whatever reason, this one always sticks out to me. So the game is called Project Makeover. It starts with a woman and her husband in some traveling scenario (it’s always traveling I swear to god). Some sort of bump always gets the husband to completely fall in love with some other girl that they bumped into. Then you’re presented with two choices, the modern blue pill and red pill: endure or makeover. Of course, the ad chooses makeover for us. And here’s what always gets me. The first option is to change the hair. The option they always choose is to shave the girl’s hair. And it always (ALWAYS) makes the girl upset. Which makes me feel weird. I had a bit of a convo on gender earlier this week (that I was thinking of finishing). And like, I’m just weirded out by people who still think a person choosing to do whatever they want with their hair even fucking matters. People born as or who identify as women shouldn’t be beholden to the idea that just because they choose to have short hair, it means they are no longer attractive. It’s very dumb, very not good for society. I currently have long hair as a cis man. And yeah, my family doesn’t really love it (mostly they don’t like how kind of unkempt it is, to which I will work on…) but no one in my day to day really cares. In fact, I’ve gotten compliments on it (lmao).
I’m not trying to write this idea that “omg women are judged???? I am just now discovering this as a man! This is awful!!!1111.” Definitely not trying to be that kind of guy. But it’s still a necessary discussion. Especially as the world is trying to understand the basis and role gender plays into our society. Basically, your hair doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of how people should find you attractive. You have so many more qualities that can be the basis for someone’s attraction toward you. Plus, it’s all based on an arbitrary set of things outside of your control. Life is stupid like that, I guess…
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room temperature – faye webster
“77 degrees.” Staring at the temperature gauge on the opposite side of the bedroom. Her hair was the kind of frizzled that you can never replicate. The kind of frizzled that means she rolled out of bed to answer the dumbest question of all time. Her eyes crusted shut, yet her glare was undeniable.
“You didn’t have to actually get up and tell me.” I sensed an impending nightmare. She rubbed her eyes and yawned… aaannnnndddd… the sniffle! Every time she yawns she sniffles at the end. Weirdly, one of the few things I always remember about her.
“I had to, dingus.” Okay, that was uncalled for. But thank god it wasn’t anything worse. She moved to leave the bedroom.
“What time is it?” She was in the bathroom.
“Read the clock! Dickhead.” I looked over at the clock. 7:34. It was time to actually get out of bed. I maneuvered my arm toward the side table where the clock was, knocking over like 17 pill bottles. Searching for the fifth… no third… nope eighth one to the left. Lexapro? Was I supposed to take this one?
“Wait, which one do I need to take?” She strolled back into the room.
“No, noh hhat one. Wha is up wif you?” The dinosaur toothbrush was in her mouth. She yanked the bottle out of my hand and handed me another one. Amoxicillin. She looked a bit offended.
“It’s early… sorry.” The bristles moved away from her teeth. Her eyes darted around, she scanned me.
“Um… you don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.” She pondered for half a lifetime. At least, that was what I thought at the time. In reality, it probably only took her a second. She walked away. I grabbed the bottle on the ground. A thimble of water. I took my pill. The right one thanks for asking.
(I’m ending this one here… will try to finish it at some point)
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stay soft – mitski
I’m a rare breed. I listen to Mitski to pump myself up. I enjoy the stylings of women made art. I also think that men tend to get in their own way more often than not. I think that lately there’s been this weird, almost esoteric idea that men that exploring the limits of gender and sexuality is not to be done. There is an idea that men who do this are just using it to sleep with other AFAB-people and women. To seem more sympathetic. It’s not a good thought by the way. Gender and sexuality should be explored by all. It shouldn’t be reduced to some thing that people do because they want connection and attention. It has to come from a genuine place…
I want to continue this discussion. But I’m running low on fumes. So I’ll leave it here for now. I may come back…
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joanie – clairo
I have thought about trying to plan what I’m going to say in these entries. But every time I feel like writing, I am busy pursuing something else. And then I lose the passion to truly embark on something thought out. So I end up just opening a new entry and going. Which I think is kind of the point? I’m actually not sure what the point of this all is. I’m getting a bit existential I fear. Feeling real Sisyphussian rn. I do think that the thoughts I do end up writing about are worthwhile to write about. No one really cares what anyone has to say on anything. So I can just shout to nebulous void almost any thought I have and (so long as I don’t hurt/offend anyone in the process) experience no consequences.
One of the things I do end up disliking of this modern age is that people care way too much about what anyone else has to say about anything (myself very much included). Celebrities have always existed and will continue to exist, but can we really start to examine why we care so much about Beyonce having any opinion on the working class? I understand that voices and leaders are important to any movement worthwhile. But can we really trust Beyonce, the multi-millionaire recording artist who rented out the Lourve for a music video, to have a succinct opinion on the working class girlies? Is this truly who we look toward for guidance? Probably not, but I think this kind of thinking can be a bit too weird. Cause at the end of the day, Beyonce is just one human being. Nothing more, nothing less.
It is kind of funny, I did start this blog heavily inspired by Raynecorp on TikTok. But she has her failings at times, and I don’t feel the need to lose my shit if she drops a take I don’t agree with. I just think, “hmm, oh well.” and move on with my day. Deifying any human being comes with so many traps and negative effects that it isn’t worth it to even try. This idea that someone’s thoughts should be a comment-able, discourse-able thing (again, unless they genuinely hurt/offend someone) is a reality I am not comfortable living with any more. I have grown tired of comments and discourse with every goddamn thing that comes up. It’s not healthy for us as humans.
Anyway, we should really only deify one thing on this planet earth and that’s Paddington Bear.
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smile please – stevie wonder
I have confronted loss a lot this year. I started the year losing a good friend to Los Angeles so he could pursue his career. I then lost my mind trying to finish school and secure a job. I got the lead role in a theatre show and it got cancelled. I lost my keys to my new car in Las Vegas (got them back thank god). I lost one of my favorite YouTubers to cancer. And recently, I have had to confront the possibility of losing a few friends. Loss is kind of at the core of my being as a human on this earth. For years, my social media bio said “Professional L Taker” because that’s who I was. I had to embrace my Ls cause I thought it made me a more humble human being. It’s not true. It’s never been true.
In therapy, I had to finally confront how fucking insecure I was about pretty much everything. The way my life has gone, my love life (or lack thereof), my appearance. I knew this was the case but I didn’t have the tools to properly address my insecurities. I just tucked them away in the corner, until I was unsure how to even feel feelings properly. The pandemic did a number on my psyche. But I took the plunge into therapy, and I changed a little. That’s all I asked for. A little change.
I went back and listened to Stevie Wonder during his “perfect run” in the 1970s. 5 albums culminating in Songs in the Key of Life. Considered by many one of the greatest albums ever recorded. It’s happy people music. There’s a joy involved in those albums, how can you ever not smile listening to Sir Duke. Deadass? It’s complex yet simple. It touches on the worst of the world, while celebrating it at the same time. It’s a perfect run of music. And now, I’m a big Stevie Wonder guy.
Loss has cut me before. Probably my favorite teacher of all time died in 2018. She wasn’t an old woman enjoying her retirement. She was barely out of her 30s and unfortunately passed due to life not being fair. I had always thought I had excised those feelings, but grief is funny. Grief reminds me of a chronic illness. Once its symptoms hit you, the best you can do is treat the symptoms. There is no cure. I’ve carried that weight for the past few years. But I guess I just had to reframe everything. So the journey continues! I will find ways to be a better me!
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slide tackle – japanese breakfast
Anyone remember ask.fm? I only ask because I genuinely feel like I formed my life long anxiety from that website. I used to have a fairly toxic “relationship” in middle school, and the girl I was in said “relationship” with had so many weird friends on there that would lowkey bully me if I ever hurt her feelings. Which, regrettably, I did every so often. I would respond cause, let’s face it, I am a a drama fan. But it made me realize that like people had opinions on me. Which was very frightening to lil 14 year old me. Now a days, I simply compartmentalize those feelings and let them out in a therapy-like session. Very healthy. Any way this entry comes too late. Today was my brother’s birthday. Cancer-mode activated. Bye.
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my own summer (shove it) – deftones
It’s raining tonight. Lightning, thunder, the whole nine. It hasn’t really helped much with the heat though. 110 with humid temps. Arizona is one of the greatest places on the planet earth actually!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, in such a dry climate, the rain doesn’t do anything except move dust around. So what is exactly the point? I actually need a climate expert to explain this to me. I don’t like it.
I mentioned to my parents I want to leave Arizona the other day. This isn’t the first or last time I mentioned it, and yet they seemed surprised every time. I guess there comes a sting when someone you love tells you they have plans to leave you someday. Imagine if your significant other told you that their time with you was temporary. It’d suck for sure. But I genuinely have a lot of scorn for this place. Everything about this place seems bad to me. The people, the weather, the atmosphere, the politics, the dating scene, the art scene. I just get tired of it here. But the unfortunate thing is I am locked here for at least a couple years. And even then I won’t have enough to be where I want to be (New York). I change my mind frequently, but I know for a fact that I just don’t want to be stuck here forever. It feels indicative to everything I have worked for. There’s something ultra depressing about being static. Stuck in the same place you’ve always been. Like purgatory or something like that. Just stagnation. I’ve never been a fan. I want to be able to move along and be best me I can be. Will New York be that place where I can do that? Probably not, but I just need to find out.