Personal Essay

Where Mac Miller’s music brings me comfort, peace, and fresh perspective, “Time” just hurt my heart.

My surly, Russian immigrant father: Bad Bunny super-fan.

"At 27, I’m no longer encountering new music that moves me the way it once did."

I regret not being a part of the original ride, but I’m here to help ensure his legacy is eternal.

How hip-hop music fosters family.

There was a eulogy in some shape or form everywhere you turned.

Something amazing happened: we were hearing each other.

In 2017, I lost one of my closest friends.

Everything moves so quickly, you have to have a take. Here’s mine: Dominic Fike brings me unquestionable joy.

‘Psychodrama’ is a collected tome, weighty and secure in the hand.

Few things feel as natural as our communion.

Admitting you’re an imperfect music listener isn’t easy.

Music is the coping mechanism now.

I’ve found my solace on Beale Street, and there is room at this table for anyone willing to open up and love earnestly.

Frank Ocean chooses himself with his boundaries, making him an anomaly.

Keep driving. Keep swimming.

"This world was new for me and, to be honest, was a complete mindf**k."

This is an article, but it is also a thank you.

J.I.D crafted a special and particular song.

Sharing music is more than a recommendation. It is the creation of a bond.

Two months after his death, Mac’s presence is no less palpable.

Thank you, Mike.

"I wasn’t ready for this album."

I recognize that I am part of the fortunate few.