Trying to play God Only Knows on piano is how you learn Brian Wilson wasn’t composing — he was time-traveling.

Welcome to the addiction.

Amethyst Deceiver’ sounds like a band I’d pretend I discovered first.

From Nebraska but talk like Newark,
boots in dirt with a Jersey smirk.
Got cornfield confessions on a Turnpike beat,
yellin’ “AY YO!” to a herd of sheep.

From the plains but soul’s got edge,
raised on beef, now sass on a ledge.
Block’s all crops, but mood’s Hoboken,
midwest heart but Jersey-spoken.

LimeWire tracks were like mystery jellybeans — could be a banger, could be malware, could be someone screaming. Pure adventure.

When the cast starts bossing you around, you know the series is cooking. You’re basically their personal stenographer now.

If it’s Idehen, it’s insight. If it’s house, it’s healing. Perfect combo.

Dude was a whole movement in a Kangol.

Haiti stay undefeated in spirit.

Gospel drill polyrhythms. Don’t tempt me.

Flav and a pup… that’s harmony you can’t engineer.