Perfect Day Matthew Cheney That moment: album — book — car ride. How long ago now? Twenty-five years? Something like that. It was (roughly) sometime between 1988 and 1991, which means sometime between when I was (roughly) 12 years old and 16 years old. Most likely 1989 or 1990. Most likely 14 or 15 […]
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The Only Time Sufjan Stevens Pissed Me Off and How I Learned to Enjoy My Rabbit S. Amanda Clevinger I have a 12-year-old bunny named Persey, short for Persephone, queen of the underworld and harbinger of Springtime. I have been listening to a musician for 12 years named Sufjan, which means “comes with a
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Where does America begin? M.C. Mallet “Where are you from?” “I was born in Germany.” “Wow. What’s it like there? Do you speak German?” “I don’t remember it; we left when I was about two.” “Where are you from?” “Kansas.” “They have Black people in Kansas?” I am a Black man, a U.S.
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Tuesday is Gone Douglas Thompson When I was twelve, my father took me to an electronic blowout sale in an abandoned department store less than five minutes from our house. The Panasonic single component system held everything a young boy could want: turntable with precision needle technology, radio with AM and FM, equalizer, and
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Flow my tears Claire Miller Skriletz Flow my tears, fall from your springs… How nice it must be to be able to cry at the right times, instead of sobbing for no apparent reason when life is going well. Or to be able to cry when someone close dies. Exiled, forever, let me mourn. Is
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Music Saves Sean McCloud For some people, Jesus saves. For me, music saves. It always has and still does. Coming from a shitty little poor town in rural northern Indiana, I was trapped by geography, class, and the limited mass and social media technologies of the 1970s and 1980s. I grew up wanting to escape,
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