Johanna

But to walk away I have no capacity... For every musician I deeply love, I dwell in their music in recurring waves, feeling something new with their work with each phase of myself. I have claimed Amy as one of my artists for as long as I can remember. The pamphlet in the Back to Black CD my father showed me was wethered by my touch, I was enamored by the seduction of her mile long winged eyeliner. I couldn’t believe a woman of her looks and individuality could have such a hold on the world, but there was never a doubt that she should. I think people were so drawn to her because she sounded like an open-wound but appeared as a masked figure- the mix of vulnerability and mysticism was just so alluring. I immediately thought of her as a great and enormously important artist and have never changed my mind on the matter. She cultivated a hybrid of jazz, blues, and soul that stayed raw and sophisticated while still achieving mass appeal. For whatever reason I had never really spen...

There are some songs that I would never listen to on my own, but when I hear them in a car with the windows down and surrounded by friends I love the most, it feels like I’m in the presence of greatness. This is some type of weird personality crisis for me because occasionally I’ll have a split second thought that YBN Nahmir is the artist of our generation, and then look at myself as if from above like what the fuck is wrong with you. High Fidelity, one of my favorite movies, poses the notion that it’s not what we are like that matters, but what we like. Superficial, yes, but as someone who wants to discuss intangible things for a living I would have to agree to an extent. I also believe that the things people consume and absorb the most can be a great reflection of who they are as an individual, because we often present ourselves through what we enjoy. This theory established, my crisis becomes apparent. I didn’t even listen to rap music until this past calendar year ...