Skeleton Kea

LOWKEA - KEATON

[TRACK - FORTUNATE THINKING 0:00]

BASSLINES SLURP AROUND LIKE SLINKIES ON AN ESCHERIAN STAIRCASE, THE GROOVE IS LOCKED LIKE FORT KNOX AND THE SAXOPHONES COMMIT EMOTIONAL FELONIES JUST OUT OF SIGHT.

WAITING FOR THE BUS HAS NEVER BOTHERED YOU MUCH, AT LEAST NOT AS LONG AS YOU HAVE SOME HEADPHONES AND FAT TUNES TO BUMP, IT'S A NICE LITTLE BREAK BETWEEN THINGS.

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"TIRED OF FEELIN ANXIOUS I WOULD HIT THE CORNER STORE

GRAB A 40 AND SOME PAPERS HIT THE ROAD THAT'S WHERE I'M GREATEST

I WAS 18 IN A V8 YOU THOUGHT I MADE IT

WHEN REALITY IM JUST A PRODUCT OF WHAT POPS CREATED

....GUESS I COULD BLAME IT ON BEING FORTUNATE"

YOU'RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE SOUND BUT YOU LIKE IT, IS THIS SOME SORT OF "SIMILAR TO" PLAYLIST OR SOMETHING?

YOU SCROLL TO SEE WHAT ALBUM IS PLAYING BUT BEFORE YOU DO THE MAN NEXT TO YOU INTERJECTS:

"KEATON" HE SAYS, WITHOUT CONTEXT.

YOU TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES ONLY TO REALIZE THE MUSIC WASN'T COMING FROM THEM, IT'S COMING FROM... HIM?

"I'M SORRY?" YOUR FLUMMOXED RESPONSE DOESN'T PHASE HIM

"WELL, THAT'S WHAT MY POPS CALLED ME ANYWAYS"

HE HANDS YOU A CIGARETTE -- NOT NORMALLY A SMOKER YOU OBLIGE FEELING MAGNETIZED BY THE SEEMINGLY COSMIC CHOREOGRAPHY OF YOUR MEETING...

[TRACK - TIME :12]

A TRUCK MADE OF CYMBALS CRASHES INTO A KICK DRUM FIRE HYDRANT. THE MUSIC AND THE ENVIRONMENT OVERLAPPING IN A SYNETHESTIC MOSH PIT.

THAT WASN'T A NORMAL CIGARETTE WAS IT....

"CHAIN SMOKIN//

DAYS FLOATIN BY//

KIND LIKE THE BIRDS WHEN IT GREYS OVER//

HIGH, JUST ENOUGH TO KEEP AWAY FROM YUH

WHY? THEY AINT THE TYPE TO REALLY HANG ON YUH

I WAS TRYNA FIND WAYS I COULD MAKE MORE OF

TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME..."

[ENTER - YKMYNAME 1:51]

A SHADOWY, SWARTHY FIGURE SLOWS DOWN BY THE TWO OF YOU JUST BRIEFLY ENOUGH TO UTTER:

"TIME IS IRRELEVANT WHEN SHE SHAPED LIKE AN HOUR GLASS//

HOURS PASS THESE BITCHES LIKE TIME ZONES - IT AINT YO TIME HOE"

IT'S HARD TO FIND FALSETY IN THE PHRASING BUT THE SENTIMENT TAKES ROOT IN YOUR HEART. YOU START TO FEEL UNEASY AS "KEATON" INHALES ABOUT HALF OF HIS "CIGARETTE" IN ONE DRAG WHILE STARING INTO THE DISTANCE.

MAN, WHERE IS THIS BUS ANYWAY?

[TRACK - HEALING 3:15]

IT'S STARTED TO RAIN. THUNDER CRASHES LIKE DRUM SETS AND EVERY RAINDROP HITS LIKE A CLANG OF THE RIDE BELL. STRINGS SWIRL AROUND LIKE SO MANY BIRDS TAKING REFUGE FROM THE STORM.

THE HAZE OF THE SMOKE ENVELOPS THE SMALL BUSH SHELTER AS YOUR NEWLY ACQUAINTED FRIEND STARTS TO BE CONSUMED BY THE THICKNESS -

"WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT YOUR SPIRIT'S HOT

THE LEAP IS IN YOUR CHEST

YOUR NAME IS ALL YOU GOT AND THAT MEANS FAMILY'S THERE TO HELP

IF YOU NEED ME SEEK THE SKY YOUNG HAWK

IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THE NEST - KEATON"

COUGH COUGH

THAT LAST INHALE HAD YOU DOUBLED OVER GASPING FOR AIR, AND WHEN YOU COME TO AND OPEN YOUR EYES IN FRONT OF YOU - THE EDGE OF THE NEST, YOUR WINGS PERFECTLY FORMED, THE GROUND HUNDREDS OF FEAT BELOW....

WELL, ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO. ON THREE...

MAKE THE INTRODUCTION - LISTEN TO "KEATON" NOW

FINAL VERDICT:

ART THAT PROVIDES A SNAPSHOT OF THE ARTIST IS A RARE COMMODITY IN HIGH DEMAND. WATCHING LOWKEA DEVELOP AND DROP "KEATON" IS A RARE SPROUTING FROM THE UNDERGROUND.

THIS IS THE START OF SOMETHING BIG FOR THIS ARTIST MARK THESE WORDS.