We live in the era of watching one another, but we have long found interest in the lives of others falling apart or being rebuilt. It’s voyeuristic in a way, being so enamored by a slice of their life when mayhem is the biggest influence. We are enamored by rock and roll chaotic pandemonium even though we might not live that life ourselves. There’s a natural fascination with subjects like violence, drugs, and sex.
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There’s more peace on The Divine Feminine but when I’m in the mood for Mac I settle for the chaos that is Faces. There are fewer drugs on HNDRXX, but I revisit 56 Nights far more often. True struggle is rarely fabricated it’s hard to fake your life collapsing. Humans are attracted to pain, we understand the voice of struggle, and can appreciate how honest art can leave us the most impacted. Amy could play her resistance against help on the radio, Future had his sorrows scorching up the clubs, and Mac Miller got the loudest applause for being honest about being conquered by his ill decisions-an imbalance of admiring art and worrying about the artist. But I still play “Codeine Crazy” and know these aren’t just lyrics, you can hear in his voice that the Actavis was gripping his soul like a python wrapped tightly around a koala bear.
There’s always going to be a part of me that is happy Future’s addiction to drugs wasn't completely true, an authentic drug user who abused substances to that degree would be more zombie than man. It would be a bookmark of dark times instead of a cry for help that sadly foreshadowed a tragic future. Would I still cringe at Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab” if she was actually admitted after the song's release? I'm not sure. It’s best when an artist can pull themselves from their sunken darkness, climbing out the hole that could very well become the place of their tombstone. Mac was getting better more transparent, and he became a rapper who was exciting to watch evolve. The content grew increasingly darker, he was diving inward, exploring his own fears and doubts more often than before. Drugs were apparent on both projects-cups were doubled, roaches infested studio sessions, acid tabs dissolved under tongues, and whiskey was downed like water-but it wasn’t alarming since drugs are expected in modern rap music like lions are expected to appear on Animal Planet. 2013's Watching Movies With The Sound Off was even better, a pleasant sophomore release that eclipsed a disappointing debut. Faces is better than both GO:OD AM and The Divine Feminine. I enjoy them all, but the two projects about surviving didn’t leave the impact like the one about fading away.ĭarkness started to overcast Mac's music around the time of Macadelic in 2012, a mixtape that displayed the development of a rapper who was improving his craft.
They both were able to overcome their doomsdays, still amongst us, but they both have periods in their careers that were devastatingly dark but filled with excellent music and moments. Wayne was musically abstract about his addiction, Mac was terse and honest about abusing substances and losing himself in the mayhem. Miller reminded me of Lil Wayne during the era of “ I Feel Like Dying” and “ Me And My Cup,” when he was at his most high, most alien, and most at-risk of death.
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