Listen to Drugs and Do Some Music is not an instruction.
It’s an observation.
We live inside feedback loops. Algorithms, habits, substances, soundtracks, social gravity. Some are chemical. Some are cultural. Some are invisible until you notice they are steering you.
Music has always been a legal drug.
Drugs have always had their own music.
This piece lives in that overlap. Where influence becomes atmosphere and perception starts to warp softly instead of shattering loudly. The astronaut isn’t lost. They’re tuned in. Suspended between control and surrender, floating through signal, noise, and the illusion of clarity.
The halftone distortion isn’t decoration. It’s interference.
The waves aren’t motion. They’re pressure.
Nothing here is clean. Nothing here is accidental.
If clarity exists, it isn’t found by silencing the noise. It’s found by understanding what you’re listening to.
