When I heard the news break about Mac Miller’s death, I didn’t want to believe it at first. I saw a tweet right around 4:30pm, saying “Mac can’t be dead”, I felt my stomach dropped. I scrolled on my timeline and sure enough another tweet in regards of Mac’s death. A quick google search, “Mac Miller death” and within seconds articles from TMZ, ENews, and so on to confirm. I bursted into tears. Even writing about this now I am choking up a little bit. As my eyes began to water up, and I couldn’t help but think how much I love Mac’s music, how much I love his brand, and how many memories I have related to him.
I first heard about Mac’s music when I was a sophomore in high school, circa 2010/2011. It was right around the time I got into rap music, and Mac was one of the first artists I listened to. I remember looking him up on YouTube and finding his music video for, Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza. My friends and I would study his songs and try to remember the words so we can sing along for future car rides and at parties.
I remember seeing his baby Mac shirt at my local hot topic and couldn’t wait to buy it! I wore that shirt so proudly, like yeah I listen to Mac Miller! Walking through the hallways in my high school, listening to my iPod I would always be listening to his mixtape, K.I.D.S. Songs on that tape just made me feel so good about myself, there was an aura to his music that would put a smile on your face.
I just relate my high school days to Mac, and even tried to copy his style of fashion. I loved that sweater in his music video of senior skip day and started wearing ONLY New York clothes because he repped them.
Not too long ago, I was in Boston with my best friend and he just so happen to have a concert at the House of Blues. My friend was able to get in contact with him because she recently did an interview with him a few weeks prior. He set us up with an all-access pass, we passed through the security guards and ended up in his green room with his then-girlfriend, Ariana Grande. When Mac greeted us at the door he gave my friend a big warm hug and introduced himself to me, followed by a hug.
He just had this big smile on his face and just seemed so happy to be hanging out with his girlfriend and his friends in the room before the show. We all were kicking it, talking about the new music, stuff in the news, celebrity gossip, and the holidays. Mac was real and genuine and treated me like a homie, not like someone who was tagging along.
He is a really nice guy, and I can’t believe he is gone. I write this and I’m starting to cry again because he has positivity affected my life. For someone who worked in the music industry a lot of people, I worked with looked up to Mac Miller as a hero. He really was a hero, he inspired so many people with his music and we lost an artist but I also feel like we lost a friend.
People that struggle with addiction, struggle with it their who lives. It’s a disease. We lost Mac Miller to an overdose. Please let this be a wake-up call, to anyone abusing drugs. I think people have this idea of what drug addicts look like, and anyone can be it, your boss, a family member, your friends, musicians, celebrities, this can happen to ANYONE! Please if you are struggling to get the help you need. We lost Mac Miller, we can not lose you too.
Rest in peace, Mac Miller. Thank you for all the memories you have helped me make.