I’m not usually one to complain about Mondays. For the most part, they’re just another day in my post-grad, music-discovering week. I don’t usually go out on Mondays, mainly because no one else really wants to go out on a Monday, and after the weekend, that’s probably a better decision for everyone involved. But still, Mondays are fine. Not this Monday. I don’t know what it is about this Monday, but this one sucks ass. Maybe it’s the Giants bringing woe after woe to my life, and not the Drake kind of woe. The torturous, seventh-circle-of-hell woe that seems to get brought on to fans of any New York team. The Jets are supposed to do stupid stuff like the Giants have done this season, not the Giants.
The weather isn’t all to great either. It’s been the same for the last five months — hot with a side cup of hot and, for about an hour every afternoon, a thunderstorm. Maybe life’s getting a little repetitive, but then a song like Froyo Ma‘s “Luv Of My Life” pops up. Featuring Seattle emcee J’Von, it stands out from many of the songs I see pop up in my timeline or the site’s submission box in a way that brings on repetition. The simplicity of the production from its sonic standpoint and Froyo’s soft, out-of tune vocals of love over the bubbly sounds contrast with J’Von’s not-a-care-in-the-world lyrics of a former dime that doesn’t have much meaning in his life anymore.
This is something that I needed today. It’s the repetition I want. Now press play again. And again. And again.
