The blog music era was hilarious it was always thrown together sentences that never really said anything to describe a new song. Bloggers would be like 'X artist releases new song that sounds like melodic atmosphere with rhythmic precision, layering movement-focused grooves with

The final boss is the final mix tweaks On the Macbook speakers

The new wave of music I have coming makes me feel alive. I haven't felt this way in a while and it feels good tbh.

Did I just receive the greatest spam message of all time?

Tom from MySpace beat the game. Took his bag, dipped out, and basically ghosted everyone.

Feels like SoundCloud is making a comeback

Everything around you is built to wear you down and make you doubt yourself. The only move is to bet on yourself and keep showing up like it’s already yours

I respect anyone no matter what level they are at who puts themselves out there creatively. Alot of ppl wish they could be artists but are too scared to take that risk

I love being around delusional people that take action towards what they want with no apologies. You think you can go to the moon by next week? I believe you bro

I don’t think you understand. I am doing rain dances for prices to go lower

the music industry is all optics

never saw the appeal for jam bands, and never will

2025 has to be the year that’s flown by the fastest I can’t even believe it’s almost over

you can’t convince me the sauna isn’t the solution for every situation: depressed? Hit sauna. Stressed out? Hit sauna. Over thinking? Hit sauna. 30 min session solves all

Criticism is the luxury of the idle

I have insane momentum right now creatively

you can’t have a relationship with someone whether it’s business or romantic if one party is operating in good faith, and the other isn’t. Remember this when dealing with people and also ask yourself what side of the coin you are on

Hot take: Everyone’s afraid of robots ending humanity but I think they will just highlight it. The contrast will be too brutal and hollow to ignore. Synthetic replies vs the messiness of the soul. The more artificial the world gets, the more we’ll crave connection

true hell is meeting the person you could have become