previously dan

i was younger before.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

kobe bryant. forever.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

this very well might be the greatest single cultural convergence ever observed. written with iron resolve, beautifully expressed, oozing with humor.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

don’t take your eye off the ball

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

lola young. i love you.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

@goosebayne “i like anora”

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i’m writing diabolical prompts into chat gpt that you couldn’t even fathom.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

sometimes you just have to say shit like “i love that punchuaaaash” when your talking about the oxford comma.

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tems. i love you.

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

grammar is awesome.

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there’s never a bad time to watch gotye’s live studio performance of “somebody that i used know”.

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“don’t let the bed bugs bite”

you think i have control of the bed bugs, who told you i have control of the fucking bed bugs?

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pretty luscious album. in that, it’s both pretty and luscious. reminiscent song writing of sir frank ocean with some lovely lyricism upon some ethereal production.

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Calico - Ryan Beatty (2023): 7.9

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the flows. the production. the UK-ness. it’s everything i love delivered in a succinct 10-track-50-minute album. hardly a low point across the entire project. this is one of my favorite rap projects of recent times.

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NO THANK YOU - Little Simz (2022): 8.5

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

aside from a few standout tracks with fun production and strong vocal performances. this classic 60s sound becomes rather repetitive for me. knowing that this is not their most revered project, i still understand the beach boys hype.

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Wild Honey - The Beach Boys (1967): 6.4

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

incredible vocalist, particularly love olivia’s lower register on certain tracks. a strong debut album with a lovely range from piano ballads to groovy pop/r&b tracks. sound songwriting across the entire record with one of my favorite intro & outro combos.

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Messy - Olivia Dean (2023): 7.8

[previously dan @keysmccabe]

dare i say quintessential 60s//70s songwriting? i do dare. aside from the lyricism, it often feels like those pivotal, cinematic moments from your favorite coming-of-age drama. lovely arrangements with the sparse yet tender folk guitar. lalalalalalalalalala.

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Tea for the Tillerman - Yusuf / Cat Stevens (1970): 9.0