Bring Back Causing a Racket

I want so badly to enjoy Tate McRae’s new album, but I can’t because I don’t understand any of the words she’s saying. Picture your grandma hearing rap music for the first time and going, “this sounds like a bunch of racket,” and that’s me trying to decipher Little Miss Hair Flip’s lyrics. Why are the beats so overproduced? And why are people not causing more rackets these days?

I heard once that when you turn thirty you stop listening to new music: an allegation I’m now actively trying to beat. Sadly I know there’s some truth to it, because I no longer naturally retain full verses of Drake songs. Or maybe it’s just that I have adult obligations preventing me from putting the same energy into learning them. I’m a grown up, I can’t be wasting two hours of my day in the Sun Tan City parking lot, drinking my little iced coffee and restarting the same song over and over.

And not for nothing, but we are ELEVEN iterations of iPhones past “my side girl got a 5s with the screen cracked, still hit me back right away,” and no one realizes how much that hurts me inside.