How I Built That Elisa Maria K Playlist Everyone Keeps Asking About
Woke up this morning wanting to fix my garbage music mood. Scrolled YouTube half asleep, thumb moving like a zombie. Saw some playlist title screaming “ELISA MARIA K TOP HITS” – don’t even remember who shared it, honestly. Figured why not.
Clicked faster than my brain could think. Instant regret. First track started blasting some god-awful remix. Sounded like chipmunks singing over broken washing machines. Noped outta there real quick. Volume down, tab closed. Felt like I wasted my good morning coffee sip.
Went back to Spotify proper. Searched her name plain and simple. Just “Elisa Maria K.” Hit enter. Wall of albums hits me. Felt dizzy. Where do you even start? Just grabbed the first one. Started playing random track. Not terrible. Not amazing either. Skipped. Another one. Felt familiar maybe? Skipped again. My patience was thinner than cheap toilet paper.
Decided to cheat. Typed “Elisa Maria K popular songs” like some desperate guy. Damn algorithm finally understood me. Saw a list this time. Thank you, internet strangers. Saved like six tracks quick – clicked that little heart icon like my thumb was on fire. Felt smug.
Then got cocky. Thought, I’ll find hidden gems. Dug into her old albums. Stuff released back when phones were bricks. Played three tracks. One sounded like elevator music soaked in sadness. Another was Spanish maybe? Loved that guitar! Saved it. Third one… a salsa remix? My feet got confused. My cat ran away. Pass.
Phone buzzed. Mate texted: “U heard that new Elisa collab?” Panic. Which new thing? Scrambled back to search bar. Typed her name + “new.” Found it. Some featuring track with a DJ I can’t pronounce. Listened. Loud. Very loud. My ears aren’t fancy champagne glasses. Halfway through, hit save. Still don’t know how I feel about it.
Checked my saved list. Messy mess. Total salad. Needed order.
Opened a fresh playlist. Named it “Elisa Maria K – Less Annoying Stuff.” Genius title, I know. Started dragging my saved tracks in. Heard one again. Hated it now. Deleted like it insulted my mom. Another felt too slow. Deleted. Felt brutal. Five tracks survived.
Played them back to back while making a sandwich. Realized one track showed up three times? Spotify playing tricks. Removed the extras. Finally, it felt… listenable.
Here’s what stuck:
- That Spanish guitar one. Feels like summer.
- The stupid loud DJ collab. It kinda grew on me. Like mold.
- Her classic everyone sings drunk. Won’t name names.
- A quiet piano song I found hiding. Sounds like sad rain.
- The first track I didn’t skip on Spotify. Pure luck.
Played the whole thing while making dinner. Burnt the pasta slightly. Worth it. No chipmunk noises. Just good enough tunes. No masterpiece, no dumpster fire. My ears survived. Calling it a win. Cuppa tea time. Done.
