I had a lot of trouble writing up this post. I could go on about how I think his content is deeply symbolic and his flow doesn’t mimic any predecessing artist that I’m familiar with. I could talk about what Fantastic, Vol 2 has meant to me over the past three years. I could try to articulate in well-read terms exactly what it is about his occupation of a song that draws and keeps my attention and why exactly that attention seemingly turns to fascination every time. But, much like the previous sentences, they would likely come across carrying just a fraction of the gravity that I intend them to. There are people who know Baatin‘s work much deeper than I do and people who knew the man personally, not just through the headphones and speakers that I’ve interpreted him with. So I’ll leave the in-depth analysis about the man himself alone. However, I will share my thoughts on how he’s influenced my views on death and spirituality and the optimism he’s brought me.
I want to preface this that I’ve never spoken to anyone who has known him. This is entirely based on a couple of stories I’ve read online and the impression his lyrics have left on me. To paraphrase to the ultimate degree, Baatin struggled with his mental health towards the end of his life. He was found dead in his apartment at 35. If there was truth to his thoughts on spirituality, which I wholly believe there was, then those final moments, however many of them there were, spent alone in his apartment moving towards death must have been cripplingly powerful. This is just my assumption, but in the shoes of a man facing the definition of mortality secured by a true belief in a paradise, Baatin may have felt degrees of acceptance and comfort far surpassing anything that I have ever felt in my life. But I hope to someday. Because whether you have spiritual conviction, doubt, or any combination of the two, I like to think we universally would like to make our exit consoled by the appreciation for what has happened and/or the hopes for what is about to happen. I think, and it doesn’t take a whole lot of optimism to convince myself of this, that Baatin was healthily considering both.