Everything you know led to this moment. Just as the world spiraled out of control and into madness, the artists were there before you foretelling the future that came to be. But we never listened, because everyone talks but nobody listens.
Now that we have your attention, Mayer Hawthorne makes everything better. From the Steely Dan-ish introduction to the muted bass arrangements that seem to alleviate all concerns, coerces you to lay down your burdens and just ‘be’.
With samples that evoke a hot summer afternoon and your neighbours going about their ways, none paying attention to you as you go about your business and they go about theirs.
Just another night in the places you don’t wish to be found. Wrap yourself in the music, untouchable to the extraneous, to the false messiahs that world has resurrected.
Anger seethes. It is contained, controlled and not with abandon. It has a focus, a point, a reason, and knows to whom it is directed. Murderous beats to clean the streets.
The moment of rapture that envelopes the murdered. Don’t believe everything you hear, definitely not everything you read. Test the spirits, test yourself, and make your choice.
What do you know, really? Apart from the snapshots and stitches of your experience. How do you declare yourself the voice of a generation when you are only one person? Power corrupts, and you and I are corruptible.
And in the end, we never found the answers. We exist in the stars, we exist in you and me, we tremble in our loneliness, we revel in the reflection of light.
And if I couldn’t wrap my arms around you, then I would sit here quietly to contemplate all there was, to the things we couldn’t touch.