Wasting Time with Bryce Vine

WARNING! This is a post about a couple hip-hop songs, so there’s some profanity.

The most depressing song on the radio today (in my not so humble opinion) is not supposed to be depressing. Bryce Vine’s “La La Land” (featuring YG) is supposed to be carefree, about doing nothing and having fun, while using some of the typical rap/hip-hop cliches: brand name dropping and bragging about sleeping with gorgeous women.

The song describes a girl who’s fresh out of school and has worthwhile goals, but the song’s narrator wants her to waste time with him (in California, of all places). I’m not sure I’d want to waste time in California because it’s highly expensive and the politics don’t make sense (but what politics do?). Maybe wasting time in Tennessee would be a better idea, and it’s more alliterative.

I know I’m taking this too seriously, but the song is depressing because it almost seems predatory; the guy only wants to drag the girl down and get her to lose track of school, work, and her future. He only wants her for her money (e.g., “How big is your mansion?” and “…you were born in the Hamptons / I heard that’s expensive”) and of course, sex, because it wouldn’t be a hip-hop song without explicit sexual references.

He tries to convince her that he’s a decent guy (“My grass is greener, girl, without no snakes”), but that’s a double negative, so I guess he’s just as slimy and reptilian as the rest of the guys. As evidenced by the lyrics, she has just broken up with her boyfriend, so he wants to catch her while she’s vulnerable. What a gentleman!

Or it could simply be that Bryce Vine’s voice is depressing. It’s like he’s trying to take the same chill approach that Post Malone (successfully) uses, but he just comes off as downcast.

Bryce Vine’s other song, the equally depressing “Drew Barrymore,” is similar. He is so involved with the girl that the entire house (apartment? condo? mansion?) is falling apart around his ankles (“The TV hasn’t worked in ages / Probably got a shorted cable / Way too busy f**king on the sofa or the kitchen table”). But he doesn’t even really seem to like the girl, because he delivers the following lines so dismally that I’m wondering if he might just give in to the opinion of the other girls and relinquish her: “You’re the next Drew Barry… and I want more / And all the other girls keep wondering what I f**k with you for.”

The beat of the song itself doesn’t have much of a happy feel to it either. It just kind of… ends… and leaves me with a creepy feeling of foreboding, like I’m going to go home and find out that my husband has disappeared mysteriously, leaving me with nothing but an empty apartment with a broken TV and A/C unit, with a couple dust bunnies hanging around to taunt me over some offense I had no idea I committed.

On the bright side, the radio edit of Drew Barrymore is actually better lyrically: “…falling off the sofa or the kitchen table.” Reminds me of innocent times spent as a child, running around the house and bouncing off the furniture because you’ve got energy to burn and school’s out for the summer. Also, smashing into furniture would be a lot more fun than wasting time with Bryce Vine.