fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the music universe.
The Color of Noise
The colors of noise can be idealized similarly to the colors of a prism. White is the combination of all and black is a void of all. There is then the range in between. The color prism goes from red to violet and noise spectrum contains such colors as pink, blue and brown, all which affect listeners in different ways.
By Vicky DiMichele5 years ago in Beat
A STAR
A Star People walked past Philip as he kept singing and playing his guitar. Some dropped money to encourage him. Music has always been a part of Philip's life since he was little. He would always let people know he would be a star someday. As Philip kept playing his guitar, a man walked towards where he sat, he was a famous musician, but nobody could recognize him because he disguised himself to look different.
By Stephanie Okolie5 years ago in Beat
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"Aaaaaand that wraps up another solid hour of power ballads from the boys with big hair here at WKWK! Wokka Wokka! Now, loyal listeners, it's time to mellow right on down to melancholy; you all know what's coming! After some messages from our sponsors, we'll be back with the bluuuues! Some of the good OLD stuff! Right from old Robert Johnson! Right after he sold his soul to the Devil himself, if you believe those old tales!"
By Bennie Coleman5 years ago in Beat
Born to be Country
As Craig walked the worn limestone river path, the stars gave just enough light, so he wouldn’t trip on the occasional rock or small boulder that popped up along the trail that perched on the river’s edge. His floppy eared basset hound Elvis, wet nose up, happily inhaled the fresh summer scents. This nightly routine was Craigs respite from long days of working as a life insurance agent, a job Craig had only intended to be temporary. Talking to people about their impending demise had turned into 15 miserable years where every day tasted like a Monday and every evening was saturated with the promise of another dreadful workday the next morning. As the sound of the rushing river current and the cool night breeze washed over him, he could feel the ever-present tension in his body drift away into the night. His minds usual flip flopping over the actuarial table’s death rate for the morbidly obese had stopped and he began to dream about his passion of moving to Nashville and becoming a country music artist. A dream he had put off for more than a decade because of his own life which had become its own tragic country song of sorts. Lost love, broken hearts and wasted moments. In fact, that was going to be the name of his first album which he knew would give him the adulation of the future fans which were just patiently waiting for his debut. Unfortunately, his divorce from 5 years ago had put him into a semi-permanent state of debt that kept him from relocating until he could pay off the remaining agreed to settlement. Just waiting for a miracle, Craig thought. Which could be the name of one of his many future hit singles. Along with Damn you Colleen, the name of his ex-wife. Craig pulled out his small black Moleskine notebook and pen from his back jeans pocket and made a few quick notes. Just waiting for a miracle & Damn you Colleen. *Future hits*.
By Keith Johns 5 years ago in Beat
