This entire week I’ve have Mac Miller’s discography ringing through my head. Going as far back to when he first put out The High Life mixtape. I don’t want to regurgitate what the blog-sphere has already said about the death of Mac, but I just felt it was necessary for me to at least put into words how I’ve felt about the sad news.
Junior/senior years of high school were my entry points to Mac’s music and damn if those weren’t some of the best times of my youth years. I remember the lunches where we’d pack out the Jeep, head to the nearest Bojangles, and just blast Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller through the windows. I’m literally replaying it in my head as I type it. I imagined that was how every high schooler’s lunch commute was like. I like to think Mac did the same, seeing as we were the same age.
High school kids just happy that we weren’t stuck in a classroom and got to leave school grounds for a bit. News broke to me last Friday and my immediate reaction to his passing was sadness. No exaggeration with fancy synonyms to describe it here. Sadness, just sadness was what I felt.
Our generation has experienced their share of famous deaths but none really hit me like this one. Growing up, I looked at Mac as just one of the guys making music, and hearing that he had died at the age of 26 really checked my mindset.
Mac stood as an outlet for kids to enjoy their youth. Kids bonded over his music and I will never forget the impact he had on his generation. The famous K.I.D.S mixtape dropped my freshman year of college and it was perfect. To this day I still can’t think of a more timely mixtape than K.I.D.S. Playing K.I.D.S. in the dorms with my door wide open, making friends with other freshman, hell yeah.
I mean, just inject tracks like “Nikes On My Feet”, “The Spins”, “Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza”, “Senior Skip Day” (shit the whole album) into my veins.
Point being here is that his music was us, and our fondest memories included his music at times in our life where we were figuring it out just like he was, which is why I think this is a music artist’s death that really resonates with the generation.
Mac was battling depression. I had always thought that he was seeking the help that he needed and was coping through his music, but I don’t know. I sat on the floor of my living room last Friday running through my favorite tracks of his, and on top of mourning, I kept thinking to myself why didn’t someone help? Like, someone close to him. Just have a conversation.
I’m writing this not only to reflect on Mac’s impact, but to reassure people that whatever you’re going through, there are people who are willing to listen to whatever problems you’re dealing with. Willing to care.
It’s tough to gauge ’cause we aren’t mind readers and we live in the era of social media where it’s easy to put up blinders to your social circle, hoard your emotions and make it seem like everything is perfect. But talk to the people closest to you. Hell, talk to the people you’re not close to and let them know that you remember them. I mean that’s really what social media is for…
Stuff like that goes fucking far with people. I wish I knew Mac on a personal level. It felt like I did because of his music, but if I did I would have just talked with him. Listened to him. Just remember that we are all human and battling the daily, weekly, monthly and yearly battles just like every other human. Never assume everyone has it figured all out.Thank you, Mac, for your music and impact.