Do you remember all that shit back in the day about famous folks saying they wouldn’t get out of bed for less than 10,000 bucks? Whether it was true or not, the sentiment of it all was pretty vomit enducing, wasn’t it? Then you have the whole John Lennon bed in for peace pish, urgh. I’m sure the people fighting on both sides in Vietnam were enlightened and enthused by an ex-Beatle/current domestic abuser lying on his bony arse for them. I mean, I do get Lennon and Ono but there is a time and a place for performance art and it usually involves fountains of urine, some Brian Eno and a secure trapeze.
The reason I’m rambling on about this bed shit is cos of the beat I’m listening to right now. This beat is the kind of beat that makes me want to get out of bed, and it makes me want to get out of bed for a number of extremely valid reasons.
First: that heavenly horn melody, oh my goodness, it is gorgeous, just so perfect, perfect in a way that makes you instantly break into smile. If it was a breakfast it would be freshly baked croissants, soft and warm, carried across the kitchen to you by an over cuddly Carebear who just got out the tumble dryer.
Second: the wonderfully wandering bass, each note so resonant and so tastefully used that as you listen to it, it feels like you are following the cuddly Carebear through a dark but inviting forest to a place of which you don’t know but you know deep down that it is gonna be perfect.
First: that heavenly horn melody, oh my goodness, it is gorgeous, just so perfect, perfect in a way that makes you instantly break into a chesmile. If it was a breakfast it would be freshly baked croissants, soft and warm, carried across the kitchen to you by an over cuddly Carebear who just got out the tumble dryer. e dryer. dryer. dryer. ryer. yer. er. r. . rena writing beats that are so awesome and seem so effortless that perhaps, sometimes, reality is really abetter than your dreams. Check it oot here
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