Indian Wells is the fucking king of building builds that end up being gradual bridges over uncharted waters onto lands we've yet to discover. Every fucking time I even THINK about listening to Indian Wells I get all contemplative and wish I was able to toss a tennis ball at the wall over and over and over and over as I lay on my bed at peace.

The pace of "Racquets" is intense, but in a way I could only describe as being a sort of soul massage because it doesn't lull you off to any where besides the present. But it's that chase scene type shit you needed to walk out of your office with conviction. It's the soundtrack to eating your dinner with a scowl, while looking over your shoulders suspiciously, but we both know ain't no one snaggin' that burrito out of your hands right now, NOT WITH THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE.

Indian Wells, I fucking love how you craft music into these miniature worlds that each serve their own version of the same fruity tropical cocktail, but each with different flaming accoutrements.

I LOOOOOOOVE me some Indian Wells style flaming accoutrements bros.