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ARDIPITHECUS WENT 🥇GOLD🥇NOT JUST ONE SONG BUT THE !!WHOLE THING!! 🌛😭🥲❤️‍🔥😩🫠 🧸🎶🍀🌞!!THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!!I dropped this album when I was 14 and every song is produced by me except for the last 4 songs which are produced by my big brother @treysmithofficial and obvi Wait A Minute which was produced by @jameschulrim 🤓 I couldn't be more proud!

💕🙏🏾GRATITUDE🙏🏾🌞📸: @milesbittonphoto

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🖤DARLING, I🖤OUT NOW🖤

“Govinda Nights” with @WillowSmith - out now! An offering of devotion, a call to remembrance. Gratitude to the team: Creative Director/Producer: @sofia_naseem DOP: @deadbyjoy Coreography: Yoda Jones @yodalovejones Dancers:Vinaini @vinaini.j Sofia Naseem @sofia_naseemKiah Victoria @kiahvictoria Priyanka @thepripri Photography: @radiantramona Students of Savithri Arts Academy: Harshini, Hayathi, Shayla savithriartsacademyHappy chanting - Govinda Jai!

😩❤️‍🔥<spicy memory>❤️‍🔥🥹

the big homie @madmcferrin just dropped a new album called 🦂SCORPIO🦂 and I’ve been running it back like CRAZY 😩 this song is called ‘Spent’ & is truly one of the grooviest of the project imo / also laid some guitar and did some additional production on 🌞‘I Don’t’🌞HAPPY LISTENING

🌞solo la diosa basta🌚

@sunflowerbean just put out a magical record not too long ago and @juliacumming pen goes sooo hard on this track 😩❤️‍🔥 I cry tears of existential awe everytime I listen 🎵: look what you’ve done to me

🥲❤️📹: @literalguitar

🤓🛸!blue note jazz fest was a success!🥲💕

The tritone splits the octave in half, forming a harmonic ratio of √2—an irrational number that repeats into infinity without resolving. Although this was unknown in medieval Europe, its sonic tension was deeply felt, profound enough to earn the name diabolus in musica. It’s as if the dissonance of the tritone posed a direct challenge to the religious craving for perfection and symmetry of the times. In a world built on pure fifths and major tonality, the tritone was an intruder—a sound that threatened a supposedly orderly cosmos. Humans have always feared what we can’t explain, yet even then, listeners intuited the anomaly without knowing that Mother Nature was at the chalkboard, sketching equations in the language of vibration. Unable to read her script, we called the sound unholy—failing to see it for what it was: a whisper of infinity in the fabric of harmony.