Started a new job about a month ago.
Wrote this while on a call. Calls keeps me very busy. I mean this a call I have to be on, but I’ll be on mute for an hour in a half so why not open up and start writing. I’m too busy to listen to all the music I want to. It’s forced me to think about what consuming other people’s art means. Yeah it’s all about me. Like, why do I spend so much time trying to be on top of a scene, knowing release dates, and stalking producers’ Instagrams (shoutout to possessive plurals) to see which city they’re in? It’s just to catch random dj sets. Did it once, worth it.
Anyways, for the time being it’s not about being the first person to hear some heat, but about putting on something that makes your day incrementally better. And why does it need to be anything else? With that, here are a couple jams only from summers past that keep me going and remind me that summertime Chicago is heaven on Earth. If I play my cards right, I might have 60 more of these magical seasons left. That’s crazy.