"I've been walkin' 'round town, seein' triple digits,

34117, then they start to fidget,

I'm on the right path, yeah, I'm talkin' to the angels,

I'm real good and calm, how I see it from all angles,

I'm walkin' down the street, seein' patterns in the pavement,

Yeah, I'm wavin', screamin' at strangers,

Rather smile in spitе of it all,

It's a fucked up world, and it's only getting worse..."

𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘 🟰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢

We go up, and we go down

How we go up, and we go down

Yeah I've been thinking about

We're hot and cold, the moon and sun

We don't know what it is that we're both running from

We make it rain, sadism and pain

The kind of thing that makes you want to rearrange your ways

Yeah you can stay, or you can walk away

But even when you leave you feel the rhythm rack your brain

Manipulate ideas of time and space

Just have faith in the future if you cannot feel your face

We go up, and we go down

How we go up, and we go down

Yeah I've been thinking about

We go up, and we go down

How we go up, and we go down

Yeah I've been thinking about

We're hot and cold, the moon and sun

We don't know what it is that we're both running from

A full eclipse, something you shouldn't miss

We eat each other's lies as they fall out of our lips

No need to try, humanity is sick

But it feel so much better when you seal it with a kiss

No need to cry, we'll sort it out with fists

A young Americana who's always been with the shits

We go up, and we go down

How we go up, and we go down

Yeah I've been thinking about

We go up, and we go down

How we go up, and we go down

Yeah I've been thinking about

𝚄𝙿 𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚋𝚢 𝙸𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

“Kill Your Local Indie Softboy” by Izzy Camina

MG:

Let us gather today in prayer for Izzy Camina who dared to release “Kill Your Local Indie Softboy,” a song that is both scathing and really funny. Let us pray that it is not written off as a joke and that her whole burgeoning career is not then written off as that joke, but ongoing. Let us pray that her subtle spoken word and dreamy production are recognized as the song’s thrust (would it be less hilarious if she didn’t deadpan “he’s worse!” in response to his swearing he’s not a fuckboy? yes.) and not dismissed as gimmicks. After the deliciousness of Camina’s dressing down wore off, panic knocked. I’m not suggesting that all of these various artists deserved less judgment and more openness, but: Kreayshawn, Kitty, Meghan Trainor. All these women were written off because we laughed at them instead of the joke they made. It’s probably obvious but when I hear “Kill Your Local Indie Softboy” I think of Kitty’s “Okay Cupid” and I wonder if Izzy Camina will face the same steep challenges to grow and explore as an artist. Ultimately: probably not. She’s got someone paying to sort her into the appropriate algorithms and she’s not relying on Soundcloud becoming legitimate (it did -- not that its legitimacy ever rubbed off on Kitty.) The money and power that made it easy for me to find “Kill Your Local Indie Softboy” is enough to nuke a lot of derision but even the most robust label support isn’t a guarantee that Camina’s follow up will land softly. Enjoy “Kill Your Local Indie Softboy” and try your best to ignore the knot in your stomach.

DV: