2026-06-27
The Hunger Online: A Generation's Search
It’s hitting different these days seeing the stuff kids are into online. I remember a time, not that long ago, when my own feed was just mixtapes and basketb...
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.
2026-06-27
Reading Minds Before We Speak
Something about this new research just feels… heavy. Like a low hum you can’t quite place, but it vibrates in your chest anyway. It’s about reading minds, or...
2026-06-26
The Performance of Black Manhood
Man, it’s weird how much we police each other. Not even in a direct, confrontational way – more like this constant low hum of pressure to *be* something, to ...
2026-06-25
College Doesn't Make Liberals
Man, you hear about these studies? This one just dropped claiming there ain’t as big a connection between getting a degree and becoming some bleeding heart l...
2026-06-22
Atlanta Rain Finding Your Rhythm
Okay. It’s Monday. June 22nd, 2026. The rain in Atlanta feels like it’s always trying to wash something away—maybe the ghosts of choices I didn't make, or ma...
2026-06-22
Finding Rhythm Amidst The Void
It’s been a while since I last wrote anything that wasn’t just a quick thought tossed into the void of Soundcloud. June is hitting hard, all humidity and cic...
2026-06-22
Rhythm Resurgence A Steady Beat
The rain’s been hitting the windows hard tonight. Like a steady drummer just trying to keep time with something that doesn’t want to listen. I caught myself ...
2026-06-22
Rain, Doubt, and a Beat Machine
The rain was coming down sideways tonight, slicking the pavement in Atlanta and reflecting the neon bleed of the late-night food trucks. It always seemed to ...
2026-06-19
Finding Focus in Frequency
Frequency and Focus I've been experimenting with sound frequencies for a while now, trying to find what works best for my productivity. It's funny how people...
2026-06-19
Memories, Distance, And The Gray Within
The grey felt thick today, like a damp blanket pulled over my head. Not like a bad mood, though – more like… forgotten things trying to claw their way back u...
2026-06-17
Navigating Loss, Finding Your Way Forward
The air still smells like stale coffee and regret when I think about it – that feeling of being utterly submerged, like a current pulling me under with no su...
2026-06-17
Finding Rhythm in the Grey Silence
The grey still clings sometimes, you know? Not like a physical thing—it’s more of a frequency now, this persistent hum beneath everything. It used to be a fu...