emmanuel fade

I chilled. Listening to my kids play Splatoon and Super Mario chess simultaneously with the neighbor kid. I hid in my room. Them occupied. Me occupying the time before I would commandeer the living room. As much as I am nothing like the American man, I am an American man and Sundays are for football. 

In this time before the game, I laid on my bed. I surfed the internet. I existed...

To a soundtrack. 

A while back I had saved a link to emmanuel fade's EP, un-flood. Now, with time to kill and a sober mind, I threw it on as I mindlessly killed time. And it was perfect. An unintrusively pleasant listen, with moments that cut through the din like scissors. 

emmanuel fade is an incarnation of Safari Al. The "Journeyman Hip Hopper's" production persona is more pate than pork chops, but it was a pate kind of day. Spacious, dreamy, and atmospherically emotive, it was the perfect accompaniment to nothing at all. Clocking in at about 15 minutes, I listened three times in a row. I spun around in a wide open field. I ran full speed down an alley in Chinatown. You know the one. In my head. 

un-flood's tinkling fatalist slant is so welcomed. Like truth. Like the voice of an old friend. Like the trickle of something like water. Like wind chimes. Like when the wind blows.