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Some losses don’t just take a person. They take a version of you with them. I lost my bestfriend and brother to gun violence…on Christmas  When I lost, Marcel, my best friend didn’t just disappear — it took a piece of me that only existed when I was standing next to you. The version of me that laughed easier. Trusted faster. Believed the world was softer than it actually is. People talk about survivor’s guilt like it’s a feeling you can name and set down. But to me it’s more like realizing you’re still breathing while part of your soul stayed behind to keep you company. Like I walked out of that moment carrying my body…but my best friend stayed with you. There’s a silence now that has your shape. A space where conversations were supposed to keep growing old with us. Inside jokes that echo with nowhere to land. Plans that never learned how to become memories. Sometimes I look at the sky and it feels like it’s holding something back. Like it knows what it took from me. The clouds open just enough to remind me that you’re not gone — just unreachable. Like you learned how to live inside light instead of time. Survivor’s guilt is realizing I get more tomorrows while you don’t. It’s feeling joy arrive and flinch, because part of me believes happiness should have asked your permission first. It’s carrying gratitude and grief in the same chest, letting them bruise each other every day. People say, “You’re still here for a reason.” What they don’t understand is that the reason feels heavier than the loss. Because being here means carrying two lives worth of memory. Mine — and the one that ended with you. If I sound different now, it’s because I am. A version of me stayed behind when you left. The rest of me keeps going out of loyalty, not closure. Out of love that didn’t get a goodbye. If you ever wonder whether you’re still my best friend — you are. In the pauses. In the music. In the way the sky breaks open when I least expect it. I’m still walking forward making this music, Marcel. But I walk with a ghost made of love, memory, and unfinished conversations and every Christmas while the world celebrates family, love, gifts, time… somehow through the pain and heartache… I carry you without letting you disappear. I hope I make you proud ❤️ — Raspberry Sky 🤍
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I swear I saw you in the clouds today, Marcel. Not in a way I can explain — more like a feeling that hit before logic could catch it. The sky opened up for a second, light breaking through like it was shining just for me. That familiar calm. That weightless warmth. The kind that used to walk into a room before you even said a word. At one point it became blinding the light was so bright…..in that moment something in me knew… that was you saying hey. Life keeps moving forward like this road — loud, fast, demanding — but some days it slows just enough to let the memory breathe. To let love show itself in strange, holy places. In clouds. In light after the storms. In silence. I miss you in ways language can’t carry. I carry you instead. My son carries your name and In the pauses, In the songs. In the long drives where the sky feels close enough to touch. If that was you up there, thank you for checking in. I felt it. I really did ❤️ you bro always #marcel #marcelmemory #nogunviolence #endgunviolence
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1982 doesn’t knock. It slips in after midnight, leather jacket still warm, neon buzzing somewhere outside the window. This next album is velvet and voltage. Purple light bleeding into chrome. A Linn drum snapping like a heartbeat you feel in your chest before you hear it. Minimal. Intimate. Dangerous in a whisper way. The kind of danger that smiles first. Dropping it on April 21, Prince’s birthday, isn’t ceremony. It’s alignment. Same frequency. Same refusal to explain desire or sand down edges. 1982 lives in that space where the bassline says just enough and then steps back. Where silence is part of the groove. Where falsetto isn’t a trick, it’s a confession. Where the room feels empty until you realize it’s full of ghosts, sweat, perfume, and unfinished thoughts. This is neon rain on asphalt. Motorcycle hums in the distance. Love letters never sent. Control given up on purpose. There’s a little ache in it. A little defiance. The sound of holding it together while something sacred cracks open. Like when the drums drop out and it’s just voice and nerve and truth. Like when the doves cry, but nobody rushes to comfort them. 1982 is not retro. It’s eternal. A mood you don’t stream….you feel
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Come hang out with me live tonight at 8:30 pm PST on TikTok #raspberrysky #lastsongofyear #lastcreationof2025
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How it really be feeling sometimes when I am live….am I falling on deaf ears, are people seeing me or am I just another animal in this social media cage?
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Some of you may or may not know….when I’m not making sexy songs in the studio I am out in nature collecting rocks and other items! #rockhounding #rockhound #raspberrysky
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This is R&B with texture. With hunger. With memory. Raspberry Sky pulls from soul, vulnerability, and raw masculinity to create music that stays long after the speakers go quiet. #rnb #raspberrysky #music #RaspberrySky
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What in the alabaster tank is going on?
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Know every long night in studio every word written every song made was built from a passion that ignited from pain and that you are my joy and miracle and blessing and the reason……I smile #marcel #wombat #family
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I always gonna show up and show out for my fans! Beleive dat and go and tell dat to your frenz! #RaspberrySky
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The R&B VIKING?! ….huh #rnb #RaspberrySky #RnBArtist #RnB
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Always gotta show love to my fans! My RAZBAES! Thank you for being the best fans! #fanlove #rnb
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Yesssahhh! #RaspberrySky #RnBArtist #IndieRnB #Indie
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But I guess I learn the hard way #RaspberrySky #RnBArtist #IndieRnB #RnB
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