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ive had flop by bassvictim on repeat for the last two weeks.
i went to a dope party right at the end of the summer. real grown-up bohemian do that had a lot of the cooler members of staff from my art school there. feels juvenile and embarrassingly lame calling it ‘grown-up’, especially considering how hard i was playing it laissez faire, but we were the only graduates there so it felt really sweet to be permitted into the inner circle. good music, good people, a cauldron of shroom tea on the stove, all things that make for a good night if you ask me. i think this experience set the bar too high and jinxed me in a way because every nite out ive been on since has been awful. if its not lame people its lame music and if its not lame music its the very act of walking through the door triggering some cataclysmic imbalance of humours that makes one of us uncharacteristically ill but only for however long it takes for to uber back, after which a miraculous recovery ensues. ive been mind numbingly bored for weeks. ive had not one lick of good entertainment. im fighting tooth and nail against the universe for my right to party. anyways ive been bumping flop like crazy for this reason. it embodies everything ive been feeling, taking a chance and staying for another song because ur not ready to write off your night just yet (and cos you’ve already copped yr ticket and cant find anyone else interested in buying it).
its burrowed its way thru my ear canal and has snuggly rooted itself deep within the folds of my brain tissue. the thing that makes it a total earworm for me is its kind of deranged interpolation of the pre chorus of wiley’s track wearing my rolex which is such a quintessentially british club classic and really contributes to the insane energy of flop. i cant listen to it without wanting to fling myself round the room. im a total victim of that fat bass <3
i went to a dope party right at the end of the summer. real grown-up bohemian do that had a lot of the cooler members of staff from my art school there. feels juvenile and embarrassingly lame calling it ‘grown-up’, especially considering how hard i was playing it laissez faire, but we were the only graduates there so it felt really sweet to be permitted into the inner circle. good music, good people, a cauldron of shroom tea on the stove, all things that make for a good night if you ask me. i think this experience set the bar too high and jinxed me in a way because every nite out ive been on since has been awful. if its not lame people its lame music and if its not lame music its the very act of walking through the door triggering some cataclysmic imbalance of humours that makes one of us uncharacteristically ill but only for however long it takes for to uber back, after which a miraculous recovery ensues. ive been mind numbingly bored for weeks. ive had not one lick of good entertainment. im fighting tooth and nail against the universe for my right to party. anyways ive been bumping flop like crazy for this reason. it embodies everything ive been feeling, taking a chance and staying for another song because ur not ready to write off your night just yet (and cos you’ve already copped yr ticket and cant find anyone else interested in buying it).
its burrowed its way thru my ear canal and has snuggly rooted itself deep within the folds of my brain tissue. the thing that makes it a total earworm for me is its kind of deranged interpolation of the pre chorus of wiley’s track wearing my rolex which is such a quintessentially british club classic and really contributes to the insane energy of flop. i cant listen to it without wanting to fling myself round the room. im a total victim of that fat bass <3
Oct 20, 2024
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