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Confessions of An Emo Kid
"I'm outside of your window, with my radio!" I sang, blasting Hawthorne Heights's song "Niki FM". After the song finished, I skipped my CD player to track eight, "Ohio Is For Lovers", of their album The Silence in Black and White. I had an hour and fifteen minute bus ride to go, and I was hoping we were picking up the Sutton twins on the way to school this morning. Their grandma is probably taking them today I thought to myself, but still held out hope that our bus was going to snake its way up their tiny road. I made my trusty trombone case as obtuse as possible to discourage other passengers from sitting next to me just in case. Maybe Jared would let me listen to his iPod this morning, and I would get a chance to see if he was riding the bus home again today. The struggle was real.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Beat
How I Narrowly Escaped Being Buried Alive in the Blues
When I think of my teens, I think of the blues. Not just the musical genre, but the feelings of heartache, disappointment, and despair it represents. They come with the territory when you’re coming of age, and I came of age at a time when the blues genre was having a resurgence. Everyone from the Rolling Stones to Frank Sinatra was singing the blues. They had good reason, too; we all did. They were dark days.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Beat
Underrated Love songs (And a few extra)
In these crazy and uncertain times, where face masks are the requirement (or at least highly recommended) to go out and isolation isn’t all self imposed now, in the horrors of the Covid-19 Pandemic squelching our semblance of peace and security by even just stopping by the grocery store—- my recommendation is something that may seem trivial but it can be cathartic: love songs. This brings you back to a simpler time, but also a very complicated one. Being a teenager. All of your teenage angst. And the romance it brought up! Here is mine----along with my original writer's findings that this article had sought to relay.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Beat
Gen-X Teen Alone in the Wild World
The year was 1987, my excitement could easily be seen by anyone who cared to notice that I was officially, at least in my mind, grown-up; a 'teen-ager' at last. Teen years are when childish innocence seems to be naturally abandoned for more important things such as social interactions and a budding awareness of more than the personal space around one's self. These years are when one becomes aware of the world and the inconsistencies with all the innocent and simple rules children learn; be nice to others and always - always treat others as you'd like to be treated - "The Golden Rule".
By Meko James 5 years ago in Beat
Nine Songs Reflecting My Teenage Angst
The definition of angst is: “feelings of fear, anxiety, apprehension or insecurity.” At no time in our life do we feel angst perhaps as much as when we were teenagers. Oh, how I remember when I would play a song that “got me” over-and-over while I wallowed in my angst, as a teen! Below are the songs I remember that expressed my teen angst the most:
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Beat
From Baking to Changing the Face of The Broken Music Industry
Well, you get the nickname, ‘The Baker’, and note the inverted quotations because you also flip the music industry like a pineapple upside-down cake. This is Carl Hitchborn’s journey in a nutshell. He’s a baker, turned innovator, turned music industry pro. And it all started when Carl realized, “no one in the music industry knows what they are doing.”
By Victoria Kennedy5 years ago in Beat
Music To (Not) Write To
Music is something I feel deep within my body. It isn't that I have some irresistible urge to break out into 'Free Bird' at the crack of dawn every morning or make a habit out of strumming 'Wonder Wall' on an acoustic guitar that materializes in my hands anytime college kids start drinking. I get absorbed by music, though. If I'm cleaning or cooking this isn't a problem. It's easy to throw shapes in an empty apartment while sweeping, even if that does mean I'll end up kicking at least one pile into oblivion in the process.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Beat
