XXXTENTACION
In a stuffy room in southern Florida, blue LED lights shed soft shadows on irregularly glued to the walls. XXXTENTACION is sitting on the floor, back resting on the side of the bed, with a torn notebook on your lap. He scribbles verses between dense thoughts - the lost gaze between the contained anger and a sadness that seems to have no deep. On the side, a small speaker vomits a dark beat that he created hours earlier on FL Studio. The room is a chaos of creativity: scattered cables, a microphone hanging from a makeshift wire, and lyrics written on the walls with black pen. He murmurs his rhymes softly, testing the cadence, his eyes half -circled, as if each word were a confession. In the background, the voice of the mother echoes from the other room. He paused. Breathe. Closes your eyes for a moment. It is in this brief silence that something raw, visceral is born. Something that only he could turn into music.
About XXXTENTACION
In a stuffy room in southern Florida, blue LED lights shed soft shadows on irregularly glued to the walls. XXXTENTACION is sitting on the floor, back resting on the side of the bed, with a torn notebook on your lap. He scribbles verses between dense thoughts - the lost gaze between the contained anger and a sadness that seems to have no deep. On...Read more