letting the art feed me

I’m not someone who takes many pictures of myself. So I don’t have many photos of myself to go back to.

But I can listen back to songs and feel myself again. I can think of an artist and feel the pull in my gut as I reconnect with my past self.

December 2021 was largely shaped by the warm textures of dusty, funk-infused hip-hop. The world was shaded by layers of sound moving through me like the smoke of a joint.

I remember the beats pumping through me, thumping across the computer keys and pushing the words out of my soul.

Much of the original 413 Joint was born in this hazy world.

The textures helped the words come through the screen. The lyrics inspiring the placement of a graphic or the capturing of a moment. Losing myself in the music and finding my words in the process.

That is what A U R’s 2021 record, “The Carhartt Connoisseur,” meant to me.

When I think of The 413 Joint, something that instantly comes back is the feeling of letting the art feed me. My gut remembers the textures, the samples, the way that time felt.

I may have left the room, but the music never stopped.

Opening the door almost 5 years later, we’re immersing ourselves in the cinematic landscape created by A U R.

Conversation coming soon.