Kashuks

Anyone ever notice that once the middle of November hits, life just starts moving way too fucking fast?

A week ago I felt like I had nothing going on besides the regular shit. Then I look up at the calendar this morning and instead of there being one thing on one day, there are multiple things, every, day, of, the, week.

So many commas bro.

When there used to be just one thing going on on any particular day, I could weigh my attendance at said thing by comparing 'doing some shit' to 'ain't doing shit'. But now that there are two, tree shits on the calendar on one fucking day, well, I'm either 'the shit' in one group's eyes, or 'a shit' in another.

When it comes to stuff bro, sometimes bros just can't win. There's too much shit bro. I can no longer run from the present truth that I will disappoint someone or some responsibility at some point someday.

As winter's cold phallus wakes me up with these frosty thwaps to my face, I can't do anything but resign myself to tucking my head into the wind and just doing me best bro.

Besides playing the part of acting like there's nothing stressing me out to help me not stress out, my chosen musical soundtrack paints my general office in a sense of welcome grey-skied disconnect. Yes, the ol' verb as an adjective trick bro.

My disconnect is what allows me to act one way and feel another.

My disconnect is what grants me the ability to patiently listen as someone who doesn't know what their talking about yells in my general direction, even though I would be able to get back to what I was doing or how I was feeling if I simply shut them the Fuck up and asked them to kindly eat all of the shit.

My disconnect is what awards me with a feel to feel when alls I wanna feel like is that one part of that one song that makes me feel that one feel I really wanna feel all the time when I'm open to feeling a certain type of feel.

Certain musics make a muthafucker feel like as long as the music playing upstairs is comf enough to soften the blows of an increasingly busy life, I can continue to remember my mantra of focusing on being seen as taking three steps for every six someone else takes. I want you to think it's easier when I do it. Because I make it easier. So it is. Being this chill takes a shitload of energy bro. It's enough to make me want to stay in my room and just pay someone to spray a hose gently onto my window so I can look out it longingly bro.

It's just, I don't always know the best way to move from YAAAAAAAY bro to "just let me write in my journal all by my lonesome bro".

Whoever the Fuck Kashuks is, this Piece of a Chance, Part 3 album he sent us is the fucking perfect instrumental example of a much needed extroverted bridge to the land of introversion. I've taken to playing this from the beginning on these cold asshole mornings when my car kind of whines in pain when I first start it.

Kashuks has this sort of Sigur Ros meets Boards of Canada and Duologue scoring a Tron soundtrack type shit going on, but where it lives in 2014 and there's a weird yet welcome dubstep type vibe in there somehow. It's incredibly distant with slight curves and an all over matte finish, until it's specifically crisp, with strong corners and beats you'd only rock on your Tron bike.

It's like the audible version of watching someone's face flash with colors as they watch fireworks going on above them, until you realize you can actually see each individual spark of the fireworks when you pay attention to the reflections in the shine of their eyes.

Kashuks makes music that allows you to turn your brain on autopilot for the regular shit, while simultaneously gifting you the ability to focus on whatever else needs your complete attention, and it's fucking gorgeous.

While I might be partial to the track "Dream Chaser" as my perfect example of what endears me to Kashuks, I'd be an asshole to not give props to the entire album as being a solidly comfortable forty minute brain bath that I would recommend to anyone who isn't a complete piece of shit.

Let this shit find you dude.