I love Macklemore and Ryan Lewis these days. I can think of no happier music.
Well, with one (sort of) exception: Same Love. So hopeful, but my eyes tear up every time I listen. Makes me consider what my uncle, who was gay and passed away shortly before I was born, would have thought of the time I’m living in. Makes me wonder how much harder it must have been for him 25 years ago. Makes me wish he was here fighting that good fight. Makes me want to know him all the more.
Anyway… Macklemore = good shit