I finished another small programming project this weekend but somehow I don't have the will to talk about it today. I want to share a song instead.
Saetia - Closed Hands (1997)
It's not their best song. I'd probably give that to One Dying Wish or Venus & Bacchus. But it does start on a downtempo-enough melancholia that listeners not acclimated to 90's screamo will not immediately turn away from it.
This is the only Nettspend song I fw. In this post I will expose you to cloud rap, teenage hyperpop, drillnb, and the most hilarious fuckboy fail in all of modern underground rap.
I couldn't begin to tell you what a modern country song sounds like or who the artists would be. I scarcely remember the names of 90s country artists I heard as a child from my mother's radio, which I regularly listened to with my cousins and family.
By age 13, I had completely discarded county music. I moved from punk rock, to hardcore, to emo, to ska, to dancehall, to vaporwave, to witch house, to cloud rap, to hyperpop. You name it, but the point is, I left country music in the dust as soon as I was old enough to do that.
Recently I've been experiencing a return to my familial roots. Except it's not my mother's country that I'm here to tell you about. I want to talk about my grandmother's country music.
Sometimes the algorithm blesses you with the digital equivalent of finding buried treasure in your backyard. This time, it wasn’t some cursed creepypasta or another YouTube conspiracy deep-dive. I’m hit with Mario Kart Contigo by LAURASAD.