What I imagine boiling inside of me while listening to this song is hot, crashing waves, simultaneously yellow and blue, coming together and building pressure in a container too small to hold it all. The pressure finally bursts the container, and all you see of this violent rupture is a mad man who’s lost in the music, dancing it all away.
For people like me, the arid victory of principles over instincts creates the need for collective jubilation, for fiestas, for parties. The rules we live by are inherited, but when we party, we ourselves create the rules for the night. People like me are eccentrics. For one reason or another, we break away from society; sometimes to show individuality, sometimes to form tighter groups.
Sometimes I forget the mission we all have is: “to assure an operation of an order in which knowledge and innocence, man and nature are in harmony,” or something like that. This is usually during the day, when the rat race pits us against each other. But during the evening hours of a party, we “get drunk together, trade confidences, weep over the same troubles, discover that [we] are brothers….”
The case for celebrations and parties is a case for unity, individual or collective. That’s a major component of what Huskii Boi is about. And all of this comes to mind when I listen to this song.