On Big KRIT’s latest album, Digital Roses Don’t Die, the Mississippi artist speaks on relationships, human growth and love in the age of instant gratification and virality. It’s a funky, soulful trip to music I’d stick with and sample (if I had the money to clear the sample). I’ve revisited this album a few times since its February release. I’m a KRIT fan, so it’s only natural. Each time, I’ve wanted to write about my thoughts on the album. However, I’ve been sidetracked, ironically enough, by virality and other things. Be it memes or slaps at the Oscars or whatever, I haven’t had a chance to sit down with the album. I haven’t gotten the time to really dissect what it means to get or give “digital roses,” especially in the IG era and why it’s kind of a bad thing.
Love and life are finite resources, if one really thinks about it. Eventually, all loves end and all lives end. That’s why we have so many quotes about “don’t be sad that it ended, be happy it happened” and what have you. We’ve become so caught up with the moment that we forget this. Sometimes, we even move from moment to moment in an attempt to combat finality in our lives. We say we want to give roses to people while they can still smell them. However, some of us still would rather interact digitally versus in reality. It’s definitely an issue among our youth, but it’s even an issue when you come to people my age.
The internet has lowered the walls in some ways. We’re constantly bombarded with information and moments that things that used to be special feel…commonplace. We feel as though we know everything about someone just because we see them post on socials. Some of us feel the need to be judge, jury and executioner because of cancel culture and social media. Others use social media to further their life goals, which is fine–until you take in account that people have to all but live on social media in order to stay relevant these days.
This all brings me back to DRDD and what I took away from the album.
For me, I felt a connection with the album because of the way it was presented. It’s a love letter of sorts to those who love those melodic rap projects with soul. It’s a letter from KRIT to his fans–and the unnamed object of his affection throughout the project. It’s a moment where we can say “okay, the digitality of things is cool because everything’s everlasting, but I miss how things were. I miss how special events in life felt truly special.” That’s the main reason why I disconnect from social media from time to time and reconnect with friends and family. Digital roses don’t die, but they still can’t compare to the real thing. It’s like reading a book versus watching the movie adapted from a book. Most of the time, the original is better/more in-depth. On the same token, talking with people over Twitter or IG is cool, but I still love to see my closest people in person. Be them my kids, my friends, or the woman I’m talking to, nothing beats in-person interaction. Which is why it sucks when people leave your life.
As many of you know, this past Monday marked seven years since my mother passed.
I gave her digital roses because that’s the closest thing I’ll get to talking with her again. I released “Baka Ga Kirai 2” on Monday as an effort to make it known that I am moving forward. I’m not moving on, because you don’t really move on from losing your first best friend. However, I’m moving forward because I know that she wouldn’t want me to stay stagnant, stay giving nothing but digital roses to someone who can’t even see them.
Don’t get me wrong: I do everything to make sure she’s proud of me in the Great Beyond. However, I’m finally starting to remember the good times versus the horrific events that led to her passing. March 28th is still a sore spot for me. I still wall myself off most of the time in this month. I still, unfortunately, lash out and shut down. It’s a learning process. However, I know that even though the rose of her life has left, things aren’t as terrible as they once were.
I guess what I’m getting at is this: life ain’t always a bed of roses, but life is still worth living in person versus just online. Even if digital roses don’t die, the real thing (even in memory) still trumps what you can pull up on your phone. So, with that, I say live your lives and tell people you love them. Don’t be afraid to live in your truth(s). Say what you mean, mean what you say. Insert cliched philosophy here. Point is, life is short.
Enjoy it and maybe put the phone down once in a while.