157 – Weirder We You didn’t know Malcolm McCormick. But you knew HiM; Ü knew Mac Miller. You knew HiM better than Mac probably knew himself: “I’ll prolly never even tell myself.” He bled his soul onto paper, and transfigured his hologram into vibrations 2 REMember HiM, because He didn’t care if We forgot “Me” (REMember … Continue reading Meeting Malcom James McCormick