Mac Miller
An artist.
I always wanted his sweater from the Senior Skip Day video. Instead, I wore the emotions of every album like an older sibling’s hand-me-downs, watching his growth foreshadow, then reflect my own. He introduced me to Kendrick in 2012 and we both ended up bumping Chance in 2013. Progress was never optional, ignorance never a consideration, joy at the core of it all. We lived our separate lives and came to the same conclusions.
There’s no single word plural enough to encompass the spirit of the artist who was Larry Fisherman, Larry Lovestein, Delusional Thomas, Easy Mac with the Cheesy Raps, and, ultimately, Malcom McCormick—an introspective, fun-loving kid from Pittsburgh. Mac’s music emulated his birthplace, the confluence of styles like rivers meeting to forge a powerful, smooth, flowing identity. Like the iconic Roberto Clemente Bridge, he will survive as a monument known both for his distinct individuality and his affinity for connecting artists together.
Thanks to Mac, I will never stop creating.