'Infatuation Faze This Is'

Shout out! to my dear friend Maddy and her endless mixtape jam packed with song after song I cannot get enough of...
I re-remembered this song while perusing her selections, and Oh am I thankful!



Maybe the best way to sum up the song's true effect is by reading the corresponding youtube comments:

ayeee, lol, yall are funny. some of things this song reminds you of is crazy. everybody leave a comment a say what this song reminds you of, or what you were doing with your life when this song was out....Awhh i love this sonq for some reason it reminds me of when i was like 4 &nd me n myy mom would travel even wid no money we were always happy toqether but then it all went dwn &nd there was nomore peace inda familyy.Eqhhh(:...Reminds me of a girl in the Bronx that i fell in love with when i was 13.....she was so beautiful; i wonder what she's doing now..?.....wonder if she knows that after all these years- i still love her....?.... Webster ave Bronx NY Loose took my heart.....& never gave it back.....went home turned on my radio & this was playing......all those years.....slipped away.....

My connontations? The intro reminds me of that Prince song Sometimes It Snows In April that I listened to on repeat after seeing Titanic for the first time in the theater. Sitting on my bedroom floor, coping with the newfound chemical feelings of celebrity love/ cinematic loss and my subsequent personal disorientation, just beginning to figure out that tricky relationship between (artificially induced or not) grief and self-customized soundtracking: matching moods to songs, trying to glean wisdom from the uncanny correspondences of the two. Somehow never let go, Jack and that song...

On the other hand Let Me Love You Down brings to mind my seriously transformative crush on ever charismatic Manuel Davido from my 4th/5th grade class, the pervasive feeling that I would always be alone in my bedroom, the not so secret hope that Kube 93 slow jams would bring us closer one day... And then there were those songs that held an inverted but equal place – the triumphant anthems that injected an all powerful spark into my bedroom solitude, that inspired me to record radio to tape, sprint out of the house with walkman in hand, get to school in time for maple bars and hot chocolate before my crossing guard shift began...

So, IDK - Do songs make my little brother feel this way now? Will I ever feel this way again? I’m keeping my fingers crossed...