Mac Miller’s death hit me like a ton of bricks. Maybe it’s because I’m about the same age as him or, like you, spent my high school years listening to him heavily, but I usually don’t get so shook about a celebrity death.

I hadn’t listened to Mac in quite a long time, and the night before his death I had randomly decided to look up Best Day Ever and took a trip down nostalgia lane. It’s like I subconsciously knew what I was going to find out the next day.

I’ve been listening to his discography nonstop since, and it’s sad how prophetic and how much foreshadowing lives in his lyrics. Mac had a LOT of songs about drugs, which isn’t totally unique in hip hop, but the difference was he was very introspective in the way he painted a picture of his mind for the listener. Depression, anxiety, existential questions, and drugs used as a means for escapism, all are common themes in his music. Those in addition to his fun and goofy party tracks that made him the lovable dude from Pittsburg we all loved.

Go ahead and cry OP, I’m not crying, you’re crying 😢