random rubbish - music
for the randomness and the euphoria that inspires our best self.
“all links are spotify links, sorry to other streaming platform users”
music brings a happiness that can't be derived from any other sources. especially if the song hits the right nodes in your brain, it's heavenly. it's crazy how it's not limited by genre. that's why it's weird when people only listen to only a limited number of genres, it's crazy. they are losing out on a heavenly journey. crazy shit, batshit crazy shit. i have always loved EDM and electropop, today, the limits are infinite. currently, afropop gives me a high i can't describe, and most probably tomorrow, pop might be the drug. i love how the beats and lyrics and instrumentals merge. it's a beauty. especially the background hums or noise or talks. check italy (Buju, Blaq Diamond) or intro (Sauti Sol). masterpieces. then, there are artists that can never go wrong - Burna Boy, Sia, Avicii. monumental stuff when they transcend or cross paths. just like orgasm is never just orgasm. some better than others especially for men. it's the way some song slaps and others slap just a little too much, and it's a pity that spotify can't recognize that's what happens. upper week, it was mood 4 eva (Beyonce, Jay-Z, Childish Gambino, Oumou Sangare), the last, it was cloudy days (Tones and I), at the start of the week, it was sometimes (T.I Blaze) and currently, it is oshe (Kizz Daniel).
god, music from movies and series are the narcotics that drive sadness away. i can't forget the ending scene from BoJack horseman, a masterpiece in story writing (i love BoJack and was rooting for him, but it's understandable the things that happen to us), but you see the song in that scene, mr blue (Catherine Feeny). beaut. it's crazy how such a beautiful song never reaches many charts. thanks to music supervisors, you are angels. i can't forget hearing silence (marshmello, khalid) in the old guard, blissful. fuck, Charlize Theron is beaut and more, i can give my essence away for her (sell my destiny for her - especially the short, parted hair version, god damn). you see, 30+ women, there will be the death of me. moving on, there is a song that was used in the ending of a particular episode of the punisher (it was raining), the greatness of how the song fits is beyond this world, simply put, heavenly.
as i write, italy (Buju, Blaq Diamond) has been on repeat (most probably, the 10th iteration), it's crazy how i don't understand blaq diamond part, but this line - ngiyayi cabanga, ngiyayi cabanga - bursts my head. then, there is buju's part. nitori ife re nimojekin sise, all of money i fit spend on top your head. good material for love. unfortunately, we don't have. i'm single and deservingly and necessarily so. i'm an empathetic Yoruba demon in the making so I need this phase. it's necessary for understanding the people - women - you need to sway, especially when it's not natural to you. i will not hurt my women, i will let my women down gently. it's simple. i mean, i'm Femi. it's part of my journey. it's a calling from my naming ceremony (your 7th day). the light was bright from heaven.
nitori ife re nimo jekin s'ise, all of money i fit spend on top your head
back to the music, it is important to explore. i mean, with sex, y'all do it. try out new artists and even old ones. it's crazy how i would have not heard ABBA in my lifetime. crazy. there is a plethora of music over numerous genres, and the need to escape or find rhythm shall always be there. rhythm for jogging. rhythm for reading. rhythm for thinking. rhythm for sex. rhythm for writing.
rhythm for everything.