80s music
The 80s were chockful of New Wave power ballads, synthesizers, drum machines, and no shortage of Madonna and Michael Jackson.
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
Why I'm a Metallica Fan: Part 2
It has been just about a year since my inaugural piece on my deep veneration for my favorite band, after launching part 1 I received an overwhelming amount of support and culminated interest of communal love for Metallica and their music, so much so that I felt an overwhelming need to do a part 2 almost immediately. I had a plan, and potent encouragement, backed by such a wonderful community. So why did it take so long? The answer is very similar to the reasons I displayed in the first piece. Reason one, stamped with permanence among most things in life, I never think its the right time. Reason two, I still don't think I can do the band justice. Again I familiarized myself with the two commonplace solutions. One, it will never be the right time. Second, this is so much more than doing the band justice. This is about influence, this is about the people, this is about common ground among turbulence, this is about music, escapism. This is about what it means to be a fan.
By James U. Rizzi3 years ago in Beat
Thanks, Phil
In 1986, when I was fourteen years old, my folks told me and my brothers that we were moving. I had just started ninth grade at Johnson Junior High School and had been looking forward to being the “upperclassman”. I was going to be in the Junior ROTC class, I was going to take up the saxophone. I even had a friend, who was a GIRL, and who seemed to kind of tolerate me, which was an unusual state of affairs up to that point. The news that we were moving over a THOUSAND miles away was devastating.
By Noel T. Cumberland3 years ago in Beat
Learn to sing from a top vocal coach and ex #1 pop singer
Singorama Essential Guide to Singing is a comprehensive resource designed to empower aspiring singers and help them unlock their vocal potential. Developed by a team of seasoned vocal instructors and music professionals, this program offers a step-by-step approach to learning the art of singing. In this review, we will explore the important aspects of Singorama, highlighting its strengths and key features.
By Byrdbino_ 953 years ago in Beat
Melodiosa’s Melodies: A Journey of Harmony and Redemption
Once upon a time, in a faraway land known as Harmonia, there existed a mystical tree called Melodiosa. This tree possessed the power to capture the emotions and essence of music within its branches, leaves, and blossoms. Its radiant colors and enchanting melodies attracted beings from all corners of the realm.
By Edward C. Addams3 years ago in Beat
Some Songs I Love
Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi: Not long after I got my driver’s license, I remember listening to this song on the radio on the way to school. This song always managed to put a smile on my face and filled me with energy and liveliness. It also has a good message about hope and perseverance. How can this song not be one of my favorites?
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Beat
I'm Still Standing
Some songs speak to your heart and become your own personal playlist of your life's journey. When I think back to childhood, one song stands out and, to this day, makes me cry. It's a song of hope and believing in the impossible, but, more than that, it brings back memories from long ago when I was a small child. The song 'Rainbow Connection' came out the year I was born and I remember hearing my parents sing it often. It brings memories of when things were simple. When my parents were together and happy, for the most part, and our family was whole.
By L. E. Mastilock3 years ago in Beat
