"Let me be your favorite nightmare. Close your eyes and I'll be right there..."
I'm listening to "The Boogie Man Song" on repeat.
It's so funny because ten years ago, a bunch of people were in my dorm room and I remember Ijeoma wanted to keep playing this song over and over. I was pissed and like "DUDE, change to the next one!" and here I am, doing it today. Right now.
I couldn't do that for some reason in college, but post, I've definitely been able to have one tune on repeat--continuously. However, I still feel like it's something you can't do unless you're alone. Most people for whatever reason don't connect with the music at the same moment, I've found--at least not enough to want to continue listening to it as much as you may desire.
This song is so entrancing, though. I get it. I do low-key think this song is a legit spell though--and/or about the devil/Satan/evil. That's my tinfoil hat side.The rhythm of the music (and its' layers) versus Mos' off-rhythm singing is just SO great! I get why Ijeoma was like "No, no, no--let it play again!" I understand, now, ten years later, how and why she was holding her head up with closed eyes, sashaying in place, while swaying her hands. I find myself doing something similar, in spurts, today.
It's so funny because ten years ago, a bunch of people were in my dorm room and I remember Ijeoma wanted to keep playing this song over and over. I was pissed and like "DUDE, change to the next one!" and here I am, doing it today. Right now.
I couldn't do that for some reason in college, but post, I've definitely been able to have one tune on repeat--continuously. However, I still feel like it's something you can't do unless you're alone. Most people for whatever reason don't connect with the music at the same moment, I've found--at least not enough to want to continue listening to it as much as you may desire.
This song is so entrancing, though. I get it. I do low-key think this song is a legit spell though--and/or about the devil/Satan/evil. That's my tinfoil hat side.The rhythm of the music (and its' layers) versus Mos' off-rhythm singing is just SO great! I get why Ijeoma was like "No, no, no--let it play again!" I understand, now, ten years later, how and why she was holding her head up with closed eyes, sashaying in place, while swaying her hands. I find myself doing something similar, in spurts, today.