In an artistically and intellectually adept way, Porter Ray’s When Words Dance is a glimpse into an artist’s mind. It’s a finely woven mesh of lyrics intertwined among dope beats, dreamy piano riffs, topped with a jazz quality. This accompanies the hypnosis of Ray’s mesmerizing tone and inflection. When it all comes together, the listener is transported.
Brought by producer B Roc, the second track “Daydreamer (When Words Dance)”, has a grainy sound of retro vinyl that is the PNW rain while the piano plays the part of the sun that always manages to come through in those early spring days to remind us the gray isn’t all there is. And just as it forms, the lyrics match my thought, “that shit feel classic.” The description of his white tee, sweats, and sneakers conjure images of the street hustlin’ crushes from my youth. I am sixteen again, riding with my girls, rocking sunglasses and a hoodie.