Steamy winds recede from the subway grates and a chill is felt anew; summer sings its swan song. Daylight declines as we approach another equinox, but we hold tight to the hits that carried us through the dog days.
From the vast expanses of the universe to the smallest nook of an open-floor-plan office, music can evoke the celestial and blast us off and away from the spaces we occupy, but it can also take us home.
No matter where you’re staying or going, you’ll need a soundtrack to guide the way.
Stories and song intertwine to give us glimpses of the future and pieces of the past, all while maintaining their place in the present. We abuse the New Year as a ritual to cleanse our bodies and souls, but what …
Too often is shame deficiently dealt and crudely controlled - from lover to lover, perpetrator to victim. Shame plays itself out in vitriolic verses and remorse-ridden refrains.
In our first episode, three of us discuss, what else, deeply embarrassing stories from our past.
Summer is not complete without a proper soundtrack, but what truly dictates the bookends for this fairest of seasons?
The songs we danced to, the songs we cried to: Robyn, The Ramones, Sublime, Ella Fitzgerald, Cardi B, and, of course, Prince.
Ballads that bare it all come from deep within, but what about the strains and shanties that channel from the inside to the out?
Arias without articulation; jazz without jargon; lyrics without locution aren't lyrics at all. Music is a universal language; an expressive entity that blurs borders and towers translation.