Why is it that at times where we experience the worst, we have the best epiphanies? Why is it when we’re at the brink of a potential nervous breakdown, everything we were worried about until this very moment becomes obsolete?
To most people who have never indulged in the house music scene, the name Madeon means absolutely nothing. To me, it’s a glorified name which makes my heart race, my stomach flutter, and my spirits soar.
I have always had a deep rooted curiosity for foreign music; specifically digesting the differences and implications of rap music in comparison to the rap cultures I’ve grown up with: Polish and American. The biggest misconception of this genre is that it’s violent and vulgar, when in fact it is very vulnerable.
I find solace in a dark room. The soft raindrops against my window actually feel comforting, but once again I find myself stuck inside my own mind. I’m racing through hallowed corridors, trying desperately to find a way out. It’s actually darker in there than it is outside right now. I can see through the iris, but can only decipher the numbers on my alarm clock. There’s a sharp pain in the right side of my head and I wince.
Spring is in the air and rooftop season is upon us. If you’re from Chicago or any metropolitan city with beautiful skyscrapers and overly priced gin tonics, you’re in for a treat.
It’s confession time. At one point, we all have been through a bad breakup. There finally came a time where we had subconsciously decided that it was time to let go of that one toxic boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, and/or family member. Despite such a healthy move, the moment of doing so is hard to digest at first.