fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the music universe.
Help Aaron Ron
As if anybody is reading this, I just lost seventy or so words with a defective browser ( Dingo's ) . I was about to say that on second thought I might negate effectively this piece by discussing what for me is verboten. I refer to a certain so called adult film. I right now am interested in the monologue essentially.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Beat
Music speaks when words fail
Music literally saves my life and mind everyday. My name is Jesse Probibiliteez and i’m addicted to music. Growing up with a physical disability(Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita) was very tough and often times felt out of place, like I didn’t belong. Because I was born disabled, the education system placed me in a School for Specific Purposes which taught me nothing exept how to color within the lines at 2nd grade. Luckily for me, my mother would teach me numbers and words at home, read to me, and got me used to doing arithmetic. When I would attend school, I would get bored and start practicing my numbers and words because all they had me do was color. My young brain was very eager to learn. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely appreciate art on so many levels but my young mind craved knowledge. After 2 weeks of me writing simple math and basic words instead of coloring got the attention of my teacher and from that moment the education system realized that they had to place me in mainstream education. Because my mother took the time to teach me numbers and words, it saved me from becoming stuck in a School for Specific Purposes.
By Jesse Proctor4 years ago in Beat
A NEW HOME
“Sweet child o’ mine,” my mama cried. She knew I had to leave. I was driving on Diamond Road, leaving Abilene had a hole in my pocket with a picture in my wallet. On my cell phone, my sister, Crystal said, “If it makes you happy. here It’s only love. Besides, a change will do you good.” I proclaimed, “All I wanna do is smile because I can’t cry anymore.” I didn’t say it, but I thought; it wasn’t a beautiful pain. It’s more like an ugly sore.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Beat
False Production
I was thinking of a few more things that posterity cannot do without yesterday morning. The best story I have written ever was a Junior High School piece titled Worm Man Versus The Criminals Of The Underworld. I am a big fan of the sexual abilities of these creatures; I liken myself to a worm and have been referred to derisively as having their basic characteristics. In fact a relative in law said that I personally do not need any one other person; seemingly a statement that could be interpreted in different ( perhaps some rather dark if not morbid ) ways. To present a balanced view of our non relationship, she in her almost late seventies will converse with me on the phone at most once a month for a very limited time lately.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Beat
The Earworm
Have you ever turned on the radio, or your favorite music app and a song came on that was just so catchy? A real banger of a tune? You listen to it and can't help to keep looking it up and play it on repeat until you've listened to it at least a hundred times or more? I know I definitely have! Out of nowhere, you have become victim to what is called the "earworm".
By Crystal C.4 years ago in Beat
