Aimless Thoughts: 6:16 in Menasha
I woke up today, well-rested for once, and immediately began pestering my roommate about the only modern cultural event to have ever capture my full attention: the public feud between Drake and Kendrick Lamar. It wasn't the fight itself that got my attention; as usual Drake's disses were anemic from start to finish. Kendrick shot him point blank right at the start. Every track after Euphoria was just him pissing on the spot where the body dropped. What got me invested, instead, was my own long-standing distaste for Drake. There was something special about watching the world finally come to my side against Canada's worst export. Every track against him was pure aural catharsis, Push's "surgical summer" finally fulfilled most of a decade later. I went through the whole beef again, song-by-song, and on this gloomy day Meet the Grahams fit my mood best. It's vicious, pulsing with ominous hateful life, the piano sounds like it could strike me and fil