Guvnor
Da Speculative Spectacle®
WORDDDD! That would have had this shyt sounding the way it was supposed to.hes need to get travis scotts engineer on gaw
Like I said see the type of sound he was going for but the mix just aint right.
WORDDDD! That would have had this shyt sounding the way it was supposed to.hes need to get travis scotts engineer on gaw
Me too breh... fukk!I can’t stop playing government official
Great post. It's hard to listen to someone who's idolized by others when you're grown and no longer identify at all. It stops feeling like guilty pleasure and ends up frustrating you, at least for me. You can tell he's a hero to a lot of these dudes. He's unapologetic and successful, I get it to an extent. But it's all fantasy land now. I liked his original run and spun all those tapes, but I could care less nowJust some thoughts essay style about Future and the new project:
It is interesting and fitting how iconic a presence Future has become for my generation (25-35) (I'm 33), his sound often a representation of the worst traits associated with millenials, often in a certain cultural context. His music overflows with narcissism, shallowness, hedonistic, drenched in drugged out sweaty sex, and references to fan friendly (if largely inaccessible to a large amount of his audience) the cars, jewelry, guns, and of course money blown in strip clubs, or on shallow women, whom we are never quite sure who the true guilty party is in these relationships parables, that drip out onto instagram and snapchat clips.
I don't listen to much Future, outside "Trap nikkas", (though I have heard much of his work) but as I step foot in clubs, or after parties at my friends spots, the music seeps from phones and speakers, a soundtrack to the long nights of evidently aspirational music, of 20 somethings (mostly young women) listening to a 36 year old talk about spending their yearly salaries on purses for his women, based on his preference of the moment. They either are complicit, or approving of his treatment of women. Others, live a version of Future's life, even closer than my own, in 150k cars, who fly women in and out, doling out purses and designer, and it becomes unclear where art and life begin and end. His relationships as chronicled by the music are immature, exploitative, and apparently not without some form of emotional angst or regret, as he drones in autotune about Chanel and Birkin bags.
I like the cadence, I like a lot of the production, the appeal is easily understandable, often lavish production, muted and smothered vocals. But the entire experience feels hollow to me somehow, either I lack the desire to be the kind of man that Future is, or I lack the suspension of disbelief required to buy wholesale into these fairly shallow and predicable tales of excess and pain with champagne relationships. As an avid listener of the Weeknd, I cannot deny some of the similarities, but Weeknd's music always seemed to have an edge of humanity, and even a heart, that Future's doesn't.
For the record, I don't believe he has broke a brick in his life, and I understand that doesn't matter, he is the crowned lifestyle/aspirational of my generation, and much of my social circle, extended and close.
Just some thoughts essay style about Future and the new project:
It is interesting and fitting how iconic a presence Future has become for my generation (25-35) (I'm 33), his sound often a representation of the worst traits associated with millenials, often in a certain cultural context. His music overflows with narcissism, shallowness, hedonistic, drenched in drugged out sweaty sex, and references to fan friendly (if largely inaccessible to a large amount of his audience) the cars, jewelry, guns, and of course money blown in strip clubs, or on shallow women, whom we are never quite sure who the true guilty party is in these relationships parables, that drip out onto instagram and snapchat clips.
I don't listen to much Future, outside "Trap nikkas", (though I have heard much of his work) but as I step foot in clubs, or after parties at my friends spots, the music seeps from phones and speakers, a soundtrack to the long nights of evidently aspirational music, of 20 somethings (mostly young women) listening to a 36 year old talk about spending their yearly salaries on purses for his women, based on his preference of the moment. They either are complicit, or approving of his treatment of women. Others, live a version of Future's life, even closer than my own, in 150k cars, who fly women in and out, doling out purses and designer, and it becomes unclear where art and life begin and end. His relationships as chronicled by the music are immature, exploitative, and apparently not without some form of emotional angst or regret, as he drones in autotune about Chanel and Birkin bags.
I like the cadence, I like a lot of the production, the appeal is easily understandable, often lavish production, muted and smothered vocals. But the entire experience feels hollow to me somehow, either I lack the desire to be the kind of man that Future is, or I lack the suspension of disbelief required to buy wholesale into these fairly shallow and predicable tales of excess and pain with champagne relationships. As an avid listener of the Weeknd, I cannot deny some of the similarities, but Weeknd's music always seemed to have an edge of humanity, and even a heart, that Future's doesn't.
For the record, I don't believe he has broke a brick in his life, and I understand that doesn't matter, he is the crowned lifestyle/aspirational of my generation, and much of my social circle, extended and close.
You can tell y'all nikkas hopped on the bandwagon around Beast Mode and all that. This is straight trash. Give me that Dirty Sprite Future back