Who Made the Sunset: The Narrative
The Image I got stuck on the ending of Carlito’s Way. It’s a tragedy, but the visual stays with you: Gail dancing on that beach while the sun goes down. It’s melancholic as hell. I just kept asking: Who made the sunset? How could something or someone be that perfect in a world that’s falling apart? This mixtape is me trying to find the source of that light before it disappears.
The Women I looked at the women in my life. Not the ones you hear about in forced, radio songs that feel like a script, but the real ones. "Insecure" is just a stream of consciousness for them. I took the natural weight I heard in Tsu Surf’s 5'7 and applied it to the women who actually need to hear it. No polish, just the truth.
The Letter "Rain Chops" was a test for me. I wanted to see if I could hold a single format for the whole record, so I wrote it as a letter.
"Dear Reuben... baby x." It’s about my woman leaving the world behind and writing me a final note before she goes. It’s the sound of the ink bleeding on the page while the rain hits the window. It’s heavy, but it had to be said.
The Decay I used to watch Teri Garr on Letterman. It’s sad to see how time, and disease can just shift a person’s whole silhouette until they’re a stranger to themselves. It made everything else I was looking at feel irrelevant. I wrote it because you realise the sunset doesn't just look nice; it marks the end of something.
The Conclusion I’m still tracing the line. I’m still asking who made the sunset.