Kauf
Key to Life
Kauf reminds me of a leather chair.
NO, WE AIN'T TALKIN' FETISH PLAY BRUH!
I was first introduced to Kauf a number of years ago, and back then I had this awesome chair where I would intoxicate myself and listen to music. I attribute the feels of sitting in that comf ass chrrr to more than just the value of the construction and material comfort it afforded me. I owe a lot of that chair's comfort to the music I discovered while sitting in it, in various stages of intoxication.
For some obvious reason, Kauf's voice always relaxes me, his beats always soothe me, and I always look like a fucking asshole while listening to him because of the random body movements I am inspired to perform while he is inside of my side face holes.
ENTER "Key to Life".
That plodding rhythm reminds me of the time my wife and I played out a fantasy where I was the queen of Sheba and she was carrying me through a dangerous and dark jungle in one of those Egyptian queen carrying thingies. It's very exploratory bro. If I remember correctly we went through an entire container of coconut oil and wore out three neckties that night.
Oh, and that panflute is on some pantsless Zamfir shit yo.
KAUF, I LOVE YOUR MUSIC, AND I LOVE COCONUT OIL IN THE BEDROOM.