2026-07-14
From Trap Beats to Silent Focus
Man, I remember being convinced I couldn’t study without something playing in the background. Used to blast trap beats—heavy 808s and all—telling myself it w...
Jalen Webb
Chicago born. Atlanta made. I produce music, build fits, and travel — then bring all of it back into what I create. Six years in and the outside is finally matching the inside. We going up. Period.
2026-07-14
Laughter in the Space Between
Sometimes, laughter just feels… wrong. Like you shouldn’t be feeling it, not right now, not about *this*. I remember when my uncle passed – wasn't expecting ...
2026-07-14
Beyond Recovery A Weight Untold
The weight of it is something you can’t explain to someone who hasn’t felt it press down on their chest, squeezing the air right out. It's not just the physi...
2026-07-12
Beyond Similarity: Rethinking Connection
We build friendships on assumptions, don’t we? Like, you see somebody and think, “Yeah, they get it.” Shared playlists, similar taste in movies, the way we b...
2026-07-12
The Weight of Likes A Filtered Reality
Man, it’s hitting different now. Used to scroll through Instagram just… vibing. Posting beats, catching a laugh with my day ones in the comments, trying to b...
2026-07-12
Beyond the Workplace Family Myth
They say work is family now. I’ve heard it plenty. From SoundCloud comments under early beat videos to a brief stint at that marketing agency downtown – “We'...
2026-07-03
The Simp Within: Seeking Worth, Finding Validation
It’s a thing now, ain’t it? This whole “simping” conversation. Used to be just cringe-worthy jokes amongst friends, but now it’s dissected in think pieces an...
2026-07-03
Gaming: More Than Just Escapism
Look, I ain’t gonna front—I used to roll my eyes at this stuff. Headlines about video games being *good* for you? Sounded like another corporate play, trying...
2026-07-01
Quiet the Noise Find Your Own Beat
The static was overwhelming sometimes. It wasn’t external noise; it was in my head. A constant hum of “not enough.” Not good enough, not fast enough, not *an...
2026-06-30
Hidden Patterns and the Flow of Being
Okay, here’s what I came up with. It’s wild how patterns show themselves when you stop chasing a particular outcome. For months now – feels like an eternity ...
2026-06-30
The Muted Volume of Life
Sometimes it feels like I’m staring at a wall. Not a literal wall – though I’ve stared at plenty of those in different apartments across Chicago – but an inv...
2026-06-29
Holding Space for Empty Things
Sometimes, it just hits you—this… weight. Not sadness, not exactly loneliness, but something lighter than either, yet somehow heavier. Like trying to hold a ...