Mac Miller Swimming Album Download Mp3
Irmgard Verzi
In Swimming, Ariana Grande being his ex, feels better and brighter off of a toxic relationship, and Mac might be alone, but still finds inner peace. Healthy and not under depression no more, he mentions at numerous times the light of the sun in this post break-up album.
The first part of the album was about either getting off waters, walking on water or swimming. Though the more we go, the more we move on to the light (of the sun) shining through the depths of his waters. Sun and clouds focused, the second part of the album feels more about floating and flying (in peace).
I think the album from beginning to end is about him searching for his self. Its almost breath taking if you look at everything that went into this album. From the water sounds and psychedelic sounds, to adding orchestra and waves all wrapped up in words that explains his very thought process. Through out the entire album you can tell he is sharing wisdom, self awareness, arrogance, second guessing and then it turns into being humble and relieved. One of the most amazing albums of my generation. It tells a story of self forgiveness, forgiveness of others, the process it takes to move on with life and find your own inner peace. I def. do not think ANY part of this album was him leading us to his suicide. Thats absurd
and an absolute insult to the amazing human being he was.
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While Miller was the beginning of my modern-day music taste, he also delivered my first disappointment. I had been waiting for his debut-LP, Blue Slide Park, anxiously and borderline obsessively. I would refresh the iTunes Store everyday, before the days of Twitter and Reddit, stalking and waiting for this record to drop. Finally, on November 8th, 2011 the record dropped. This album was the first time in my music fan-hood that I was thoroughly left dissatisfied. I found the production to be lackluster and the content to be daft and dull. Though now I believe I was being a little harsh on Miller I still contest that this album is his worst and was a deafening misuse of his talent and charisma. At the time I speculated that this was the end of the road of my fandom of Mac Miller, which was obviously a incorrect assertion as time would tell.
One of the more depressing aspects of the tale of Mac Miller is this notion that because of his outwardly normative persona that he was okay. Personally, that is one of the more relatable aspects of Miller. He spoke to a whole demographic of deeply troubled millennials whose only outlets are music, recreational activities, and solitude. He was the voice of depressed extroverts everywhere and he was the model citizen for those who can maintain an active and engaging outward appearance while battling internal sorrow and emptiness. I always looked at him like a superhero, in a cinematic way, like no matter what he rapped about or the headlines that came out about him that he was invincible. Being an only child, Mac Miller was the big brother I always wanted. I never had anyone to show me interesting music or the cool tattoos they had, so I filled that void with Miller. I would obsessively watch his freestyles, interviews, and music videos. He filled the time I should have been studying with hours of soul-satisfying content to which I will forever be grateful. When he died, it was like the adolescent aspect of my music fanhood died with him. I will never feel the same way about another artist ever. It felt like I grew up next door to Mac Miller; his music made me feel like he was rapping to me on my couch after a party and he was so personable that it felt like we were life-long best friends. The way his story developed and his public persona always reassured me that no matter what we personally go through, eventually things will get better. When his untimely death arrived, that threw the notion of reassurance I previously stated out the window.
There was nothing more depressing than watching my hero die fostering the internal demons, that he details so intently on Swimming, from which he saves me from everyday. That is why I listen to his music daily. My assertion is that since I could not see him reach a point in his life to where he was mentally content, that I should try to achieve that point for him, and if his music is the caravan to get me there then that is honoring his memory. I miss his presence on this earth constantly and I feel bereft of his persona in almost every avenue of my life. Hopefully, when I get more courage and see my parents less, I can finally get a tattoo to honor his memory.
I have not connected with a record like this since Blonde by Frank Ocean came out. This record is so outwardly honest and expressive that it reminds me of the music that brought me into the musical place I am today, which ironically was Mac Miller. My attachment to this record will never fade, as my fanhood of Miller. The sentiments on the record leave me surprisingly hopeful. The tide of life does drown us at times, yet that only makes us appreciate the times when our head is above water endlessly. The only thing I can hope is to keep swimming.
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