Spice up your life, come get a freak

Freak like me
You want a good girl that does bad things to you
You never been with no one as nasty as me

When I first started dating my ex, actually the very first time we hung out, his best friend came along. I hadn't met either of them before this night. We went to a bar, danced, drank, had a great time, and that was it. My ex took me home. We parted ways. No goodbye kisses, nothing, just two kids who had small crushes on each other, keeping it very cordial and PG-13. I met up with my ex the next day, and he told me that after he dropped me off, his friend asked him, "She a freak? She look like a freak."

All of the love that you got inside..

One of the few great things to come out of a global pandemic was the ability of artists to collaborate world wide thanks to the internet. As crazy as the world is, this track (and shoot, the video too!) stops and gives you a moment of absolute real magic. I hope you were all able to find some sort of comfort amidst the chaos of planet earth's current state, and if not, I hope this song brings you some.

Ricky noted this song was created from a livestream experiment. WHAT. Artistry.

Put it in your music on your downtime
Real magic happens every once in a while

Just take your time
Count your blessings
Just lay right here for a second
It’s a free world, let me get lost up in it

And all of the people that you know
Are all on their way to the show
And all the light that you left behind
Is way up somewhere in the clouds coming back around

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Xo

THE STUDIO

Jacknife Lee carrying a torch with this one, it's a beauty. Smooth vocals paired with inspiration and support from Bibi Bourelly and Barny Fletcher have you feeling like you could conquer anything, and I promise you, you can. Bibi Bourelly has co-written for major chunes, like Rihanna's "Bitch Better Have My Money" so I promise you, this bop isn't one to sleep on.
Hints of pop, R&B, and hip hop make for a nice musical cocktail. Drink up.

I'mma find me a trap boy and I'mma make him my man
He gon' have my back and I'mma have him
If we ain't got the bag, then we gon' get the bag
Who says that I can't if I know that I can?
I'mma stay up when everyone's sleeping
If I go broke, I'mma sing on the street
I'mma make foes and I'mma make friends
I'mma talk back, but I'mma listen
And when the bad-bad days come around here
I'mma light up, then pour me a beer
But there's no way, no way in hell I'mma die here

DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME.

There's a piece of you that's here with me
It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see
When I sleep I dream and it gets me by
I can make believe that you're here tonight
That you're here tonight
If I could find you now things would get better
We could leave this town and run forever
I know somewhere, somehow we'll be together
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yeah

Where are you?
And I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick, strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stare I counted
The webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight

Look, I don't make the rules. We're listening to Yellowcard and Blink today, that's just the way it is. Send me your biggest Skatepark Livejournal angsty blog post songs, issa mood. Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.

Xo

IT'S COLD.

 What is our affliction to past memories? Sure, I could have gotten up to a lot today. I could have went for a coffee, I could have written the greatest poem I've ever put to paper. I could have. Instead I spent most of it reading old Livejournal comments and e-mails.

There really is no ending to anything, is there?

Through the walls, the end you feel it calling
There's not so much about it you could do
Out the window skies, oh skies are falling
But the last thing you would want is something new
It's cold

JULY WAS A RIOT.

 

 A LOT HAS HAPPENED LATELY. I broke away from hardship, I fought for love, I had to go to the hospital, I was approved for a mortgage, I crashed my bike, I busted up my hand, I met new friends, I cried, I laughed, I wrote, I read poems in front of strangers, I got a promotion, I started renovations, I started consistent counselling, I started a podcast with a friend, I started a new project to help the homeless, I dyed my hair, AND I DANCED MY ASS OFF, all in the midst of a pandemic (in the safest of ways possible, of course). 

This playlist definitely is a sum of everything from all over the map. I went through a bit of an indie wave, a lil bit of a punk wave, a lil bit of a sad wave.. it all hit me this month, OH BUT WHEN DOES IT NOT. 

My main take away this summer is: I'm accepting that people really could give a fuck about me, regardless of how much they pretended to in the past. And honestly, at least for today, I am okay with that. The only person you need to carry you is you. I hope you find a song that helps give you some muscle to carry the weight. 

My current closest circle is keeping me happy and the swim is every bit of refreshing. Ride the wave, baby. 

Xo, 

Botch