by Richard Southard, The River editor I’ll admit: I’ve been dreading to write the Musical Friday post for Hip-Hop. Not because I don’t enjoy the music. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I enjoy the music so much that figuring out just five suggestions has been a bit of a struggle. A few days ago, I sat down at my desk with the intention of reading. Instead, I spent a half hour staring at the pages as I thought of what music I could pick for this post (and I didn’t even reach a conclusion). The time has come to release this curse. Of course, Hip-hop is an incredibly diverse genre with hundreds of potential choices for great albums. My first exposure to the genre was some of the “classics”, such as 2Pac, Jurassic 5, and The Notorious B.I.G. Most of these songs came from the soundtracks of video games I’d play on my Playstation 2. I also heard the occasional
By Tyler Michaud
the uneasy refrain of my breath fills the modest apartment,
and you search for the words in its mass like rent in the laundry fund.
you’re in the next room, composing yourself. the arrhythmia in your step betrays you,
Name: John Everyman
Age: 37 Earth years.
Physical Description: He is every-man. He’s that dude. The dude you swore you’ve seen before, the one with the brown curly hair and sideburns, with blue eyes and a tall figure.
by Bob Meszaros
Here, foreclosures slowly rot:
their wooden shingles warp and snap;
at night, thieves and drunkards rip the molding
from the plaster walls and strip the copper
piping from below the sinks.
by Richard Southard, The River Editor I find “rock music” to be such a general term. I don’t often find myself describing music off the word alone, or at least not without some other descriptor attached to it. Most other blogs, websites, and databases don’t appear to have a problem with it, though, so perhaps it is just me. I have been known to be picky with labels. I’m sure that I’m not alone when I say that the first music I heard was rock. I recall many car rides throughout my childhood where my father would put in a cassette tape of Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Beatles, or Creedence Clearwater Revival (his all-time favorite). I began to call it “old-people music” despite not knowing any other music to compare it to. Of course, I’m not just referring to classic rock. As I went through school, as well as the many phases that come out through adolescence, rock music was the go-to
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Meagan sits in a worn maroon chair with wooden armrests, opening her laptop. The chair rests to the right of the front doors – three of them, one after the other – two wooden and one screen, each keeping the last of the sticky summer heat inside the creative writing house. Normally, they would be used to keep the heat in during the winter; holes between the windows and their sills let in egregious amounts of air – but now, they just serve to stifle the room.
By Michaela Zelie
My body fought
when you began unraveling the threads
of its scar tissue veil.
I cringed at the way you read
by Richard Southard, The River editor “For me, electronic music is like cooking: it’s a sensual organic activity where you can mix ingredients.” -Jean-Michel Jarre I find that quote interesting, mostly because the idea has proven quite true to me over the past year. However, rather than seeing it from a cooking perspective, it’s been more on the actual results (i.e. the food itself). Preparing for a new electronic album has sometimes felt like looking at a strange, unusual new dish that I can’t always pin down the origins or taste of. Sometimes it reminds me of the first time I saw pineapple on pizza, questing if two certain ingredients should even be put together. But, as such foods have proven, even a strange mix of ingredients can make for a decent result. At other points, it makes an amazing one. However, in this case, we’re not looking at cooking (at least not now). This week, I’ll be talking about a few