
Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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"Exile" Taylor Swift and Bon Iver Song Critique
From the first time listening to “Exile,” to the hundredth time listening to the song, I like it just as much every time. So much so, I decided to write a song critique. There are three elements to the song that make it beautiful and haunting all at once.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Beat
Dirty Keys N' Pure Praise
Battered and beaten keys still sang and rang with war cries through the damp night air. Sludging through trenches to the beat of melodious, bombing warfare. Husky voices singing loud for Heaven's hand to extend to their own. Muscular black and white men, standing shoulder to shoulder, humming in unifying tone. "Pull me up from mucky mire. Soon before, I surely expire." Keys bouncing up and down. Shaking, trembling, exploding ground. Duck and weave. Notes shrewdly perceive. Sliding into fermata furrows. Stuck fast, in clay-covered sorrows. Praising never once ceased. Though souls were finally released.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Possibility
They knew no limits and had no permits for the things they desired, but forward into life they conspired, transpiring beyond all preconceived notions of those around them. What did they care? Their share in the world was all that mattered and no flattery could persuade them to walk down any other path. They'd been grafted into something greater because it was a bolder tone that they played with the instruments inside their minds. The best kind of sounds were the ones that were free and unhindered. Like bartender gone rogue, if that is even a thing, or a sensible comparison. They made it their own thing, bringing ideas to the world that were only known as shades of possibility before. And yet there were greater things in store, but it took toilsome work; like walking from door to door, hoping to get a bite from someone interested in the greater ideas and holistic plans and ideas laid out for humanity.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets











