Fresh Friday
It's human nature to trust seldomly. Although, skeptic in our own rights; we often chest pass trust to music--blindly. Demanding it to take us out of ourselves, recovering us from whatever ruins we found ourselves in, restoring all hurt, and playing as a time machine-- reconnecting us to a memory; to that first time-- that first heartbreak, that first victory, accomplishment, disappointment and loss. And what we know about time and it's inconsiderate thrust forward, dragging us with it, is it leaves beautiful art forms in its tracks, music being one of them.
Time, under a rare occurrence allows music to defy the nonexistence of time travel, which is evident between the time: 0:00 and 4:18 or so; Thelonius took us back to, “1990 somethin,’” using his childhood during the 90’s as a historical muse. His crisp lyrics and constant flow punch the beat precisely, ending each verse with a pause like a biblical “Selah” at the end of a psalm; and there, we are forced to reflect on his nostalgic inspiration. While those who were born in the mid 80’s and early 90’s take the “ride down memory lane:” “[Remembering] the summer’s eve when you had to ride your bike/[Remembering] them skies up in the park try’na fly a kite/ Remembering] to wash away them bites with that Italian ice. . .” And those who weren't granted that great gift, trust Thelonius’ words alone: “what a time to be alive. . .”
Like What You See??? Then Follow Thelonius Here
|
|
|
v
Soundcloud: thelonius717
Facebook: Thelonius717
IG: thelonius717
#LevelsReadyEnt
Great article! I love how you use the lyrics as a metaphor to support your point!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!
Delete