70s music
The 1970s were all about sex, drugs and rock and roll; Beat welcomes you to our Disco Inferno.
Inheritance and Adaptation
It’s difficult for me—as I imagine it would be difficult for any lover of music—to come up with a set playlist of perfect tunes to outline a soundtrack to my life. After all, we are so connected to the music that defines our human experience that choosing some of it to showcase as “important” invariably omits so much more that may be equally important. Of course, being a composer and sound engineer, I see the value in buckling down and making those cuts. Having a wide range of musical taste, I could give you the jazz version, classical version, punk version, music box arrangements of video game music version (not even kidding) of my life; I could give you countless combinations of the above and more. What’s more, it could refer to an aspect of my personality, a time in my life, or an overarching biographical soundtrack. I’m going to go with the full-on biography, which means it will be harder to choose the songs to represent the journey, but let’s see how it plays out!
By Scott C Lillard3 years ago in Beat
An Audio Story
I wonder about the power of music, and I worried about writing this story. And is it a story? Am I giving you a real narrative? I have had a very hard time with this particular piece, and I had to write down all of my material in freehand before I could even think about typing this out. And I needed a particular set of rules:
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Beat
The Symphony Within. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling city, where dreams and ambitions collided, there lived a young musician named Ethan. With his guitar in hand and melodies flowing through his veins, he embarked on a relentless pursuit of his musical aspirations. The path he chose was strewn with thorns and roses, as he navigated the unpredictable highs and lows of the music industry.
By Daniel Smith O.3 years ago in Beat
As I Phyxate
1997 Lets start things off on how my music repertoire began. The very first exposure I had to live music was a Bob Dylan concert when I was less than a year old. Although this doesnt seem possible for a baby to recall, it's been proven that infants brains absorb music and sounds from a young age that stay with them throughout not only childhood, but adulthood as well, and form a basic foundation. While Bob Dylan is usually an aquired taste, his stylization has always held a special place in my heart. The folk singing methods and simple melodies filled with harmonics feels like the home I grew up in. Appropriately this song in particular "The Times They Are A-Changin'", fit right into my beginnings of coming into this world, a changing, new world for myself and a changing one for my newly made parents.
By Blondie Willett3 years ago in Beat
Childhood stories are like a box
Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.
By nina nichols3 years ago in Beat
Dancing To The Music Of Life
How does one compile a soundtrack to a life that has been so varied and unpredictable? A life full of joy, on one hand, but seared with pain, hurt trauma, parental rejection, and mind-boggling struggles? Nothing can ever really convey the impact and the uneven rhythm of such a life.
By Elaine Sihera3 years ago in Beat
fantasy
The ensemble, led us into the fantasy country,The ensemble, led us into the fantasy country, we through the flute, with music to create our own legend! The parts of the flute are like the structure of a house, one of which is indispensable: the high flute is the roof; The warbling baritone is the wall; The sound of the tenor flute is the beam column; The low bass flute is the foundation, and we build our dreams in the golden castle of harmony. I joined the flute team so that I could play under the trees on campus with three or five friends each with a flute. We close our eyes and blow another melody at will; Savor and revel in the feeling of ease after class. The breeze blows, the flowers swaying in the wind like dancing "tango"; "Chirp" added grace notes to the music; The leaves said, "Sa! Sa! Sa!" The music that pops up to accompany us; The light of the magnesium lamp, for this small orchestra to add a lot of light; And the most important of all, of course, are the "little music fans" in the lower grades. When the music played, their innocent smiles, satisfied eyes and warmThe ensemble, led us into the fantasy country, we through the flute, with music to create our own legend! The parts of the flute are like the structure of a house, one of which is indispensable: the high flute is the roof; The warbling baritone is the wall; The sound of the tenor flute is the beam column; The low bass flute is the foundation, and we build our dreams in the golden castle of harmony. I joined the flute team so that I could play under the trees on campus with three or five friends each with a flute. We close our eyes and blow another melody at will; Savor and revel in the feeling of ease after class. The breeze blows, the flowers swaying in the wind like dancing "tango"; "Chirp" added grace notes to the music; The leaves said, "Sa! Sa! Sa!" The music that pops up to accompany us; The light of the magnesium lamp, for this small orchestra to add a lot of light; work and join us in the Straight Flute family. I believe that soon, you will join the Straight Flute team like me!" applause followed. I think, they should also admire, respect and envy the Straight Flute team like me. Now, the fourth grade to learn sister-in-law straight flute primary just passed, all muster full strength practice in order to pass the second test. I could not help but approach their side, cheer for them: "Come on! Keep up the good work and join us in the Straight Flute family. I believe that soon, you will join the Straight Flute team like me!" we through the flute, with music to create our own legend! The parts of the flute are like the structure of a house, one of which is indispensable: the high flute is the roof; The warbling baritone is the wall; The sound of the tenor flute is the beam column; The low bass flute is the foundation, and we build our dreams in the golden castle of harmony. I joined the flute team so that I could play under the trees on campus with three or five friends each with a flute. We close our eyes and blow another melody at will; Savor and revel in the feeling of ease after class. The breeze blows, the flowers swaying in the wind like dancing "tango"; "Chirp" added grace notes to the music; The leaves said, "Sa! Sa! Sa!" The music that pops up to accompany us; The light of the magnesium lamp, for this small orchestra to add a lot of light; And the most important of all, of course, are the "little music fans" in the lower grades. When the music played, their innocent smiles, satisfied eyes and warm applause followed. I think, they should also admire, respect and envy the Straight Flute team like me. Now, the fourth grade to learn sister-in-law straight flute primary just passed, all muster full strength practice in order to pass the second test. I could not help but approach their side, cheer for them: "Come on! Keep up the good work and join us in the Straight Flute family. I believe that soon, you will join the Straight Flute team like me!"
By katrina rogers3 years ago in Beat
But he found
But he found out that they could never hit him, and he got used to it. All that year he flew here and there until the giant told him to go home again. The giant said strange things to him, which restored him to his human form. "Hey, do you like being a crow?" "Asked the giant.
By christopher neeley3 years ago in Beat
