My only familiarity with Mac Miller comes from when I worked a show of his back in 2013. The crowd was made up of many young teenagers wearing incredibly short shorts and their parent(s) who looked like they might prefer sticking their finger in a socket. So, I wouldn’t have really called myself a “fan”.
However, when one of my friends posted a note praising his latest album, dropped posthumously, I was curious.
It’s beautiful. And haunting. Maybe I am a fan now.