Through some sort of excessive daylight induced propulsion of my wandering mind, I’ve found myself indulging in a lot of poetically lyric-less instrumentals as of late. Belting out throaty ballads within the confines of a car, empty house, or some other scarcely populated construct is an incredibly necessary release of pent of emotion, but it can be equally as necessary to fill the blank space that the vocalist would typically inhabit by engaging in relaxing exploration of one’s often overwhelming ideas. In other words, where singing would normally and purposefully interrupt monotony, listening and contemplating within simple melodies can help organize and conquer that monotony.

The problem for the jazzy underground artists that produce these harmonic beats is just that: it’s nearly impossible for them to escape the clutches of the underground music scene as a solo artist. Their mellow boom bap beats are certainly entertaining, but without selling themselves as the support structure for some other artist to be built upon (hip-hop, house, etc.), the challenge of acquiring wealth can seem insurmountable. Becoming a producer for another artist isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it can be disheartening to know that your talent alone isn’t enough to entertain the masses.

In a strange coincidence of economic destiny, DJ Cam Quartet’s lack of fame plays well into the pedestrian scene that “Boss Guitar” paints. Listeners of the French artist’s jazzy tune are led to picture themselves meandering through the cobblestone streets of Paris with little to no actionable intentions other than soaking in the culture. As they continue to walk, they hear a faint cry down the road from a man who cries “Louder!” As the listener hurries to discover the origin of the sound, a group of ragtag Parisians reveal themselves to be the talented street team collecting an annoyance of collectively heavy Euro coins. The curbside performers entertain each crowd member’s short attention span for a few minutes before a small monetary contribution is made and their investigative touristy nature drives them elsewhere. I may not be able to afford a European excursion at the moment, but I certainly don’t mind taking a bit of a pit stop in this thought-provoking French daydream for a couple of minutes.