humanity
Humanity topics include pieces on the real lives of music professionals, amateurs, inspiring students, celebrities, lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories in the music sphere.
Song To The Siren (The Song)
"Song to the Siren" is a song written by Tim Buckley and his writing partner Larry Beckett and was released by Buckley on his 1970 album Starsailor. I recently wrote a poem based on the concept of this song and then read the lyrics to the song and mine absolutely paled into complete insignificance against the original lyrics.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Beat
Piano Keys
It's kept in a room of high ceiling, gold, and rose walls, but not alone as through the day it is accompanied by a woman who finds the peace and at the same time the power in simply sitting down next to a piano, not just any piano, a piano which was around all her life. Since she never had the opportunity to explore a lot as a girl, music became her outlet when feeling the most alone, all the happiness and sadness became one of the most beautiful melodies every time she sat down on that little chair. Every morning and sometimes through the evening, while entering the room, with her dark blue dress, setting her hair free, let alone she begins to play the piano keys, as her eyes close shut, everything becomes a beautiful black and white, with the vision of herself dancing barefoot in the open air, every single touch of the piano gives her something nothing ever has before, the burst to feel alive and effortlessly powerful. This talent of hers has become a remedy, whenever the woman performs in front of an audience, anyone who comes across the sound of this music never fails to be impacted because whenever she plays, the crowd spontaneously starts swaying around, slow dancing, some just sit there with a glance of such enjoyment, it's as if regardless of anyone's situation, they suddenly come alive, take the initiative that the thought of her high keynotes can be taken as beautiful, wild, and boisterous. The surroundings and setting become present, this woman performed like no other, so remarkable that when the time comes to perform in towns, cities, or in a different country, the tickets sell out almost immediately.
By Jimena Favela4 years ago in Beat
The Broken Mind of a Harp
I have been waiting for this night for months now, my entire life really. I have been practicing and rehearsing relentlessly. My fingers are callused and tired. Nothing will stop me from giving my best. Giving my all. Not even the traces of blood that peak through the band-aid on my right middle finger. I will be known as one of the best harpists to have ever played, no matter the sacrifices.
By Tabatha Ann/ Tee Mee4 years ago in Beat
Glass of Red, Wrong Address . First Place in Graveyard Smash Challenge.
Darling creature, sweet human, I think you have found yourself at the wrong soirée. Do not panic, my love. You cannot disguise the beating of your heart from me. It has been the percussive soundtrack to every meal I have enjoyed since the Industrial Revolution. But you have nothing to worry about, I swear upon the earth of the grave. We are people of more... refined sensibilities.
By Nines Hearst 4 years ago in Beat
An Ode to Mothers
Like many other little girls in the early 2000s my sister and I had fallen victim to the Jonas Brothers. Whether it was spending way too long in the magazine aisle at Duane Read reading teen magazines and deciding if the ones with the pull-out Jonas Brothers magazine were worth the $4.99 or sitting in our room listening to songs we illegally downloaded on Limewire, we were obsessed. Of course my sister went for the bad boy middle brother, Joe, while I was more into the younger sensitive type, Nick. Kevin was also part of the band but I’m convinced he was just there for optical symmetry. I’m not quite sure how my sister stumbled upon the information but she found out that on a random October day the Jonas Brothers would be performing at Six Flags of all places. Six Flags was in the state over and about a two hour drive from our house. This was before the smartphone, google map days. It was during those days that any road trip meant the risk of taking one wrong turn, casting the printed out Mapquest directions useless and subsequently trying to make sense of the contradictory directions collected from random pedestrians. With none of this responsibility to bear, my sister ardently begged my mother to take us to six flags on the day of the performance.
By Maesia Farah4 years ago in Beat
LET'S HEAR A TRUMPET SOLO
As a Roadie for a local traveling band operating on a broken shoe-string budget, you get used to getting by with what's on hand to get the job done. Rule number 1... duct tape fixes everything. Rule number 2, don't run out of duct tape.
By Lailokken le`Gras5 years ago in Beat
A True Folk Hero
On 28 February 1982 Nic Jones was involved in a serious road traffic accident. Returning home by car after a gig at Glossop Folk Club, on the road between Peterborough and March in Cambridgeshire, Jones, tired, inadvertently drove into a lorry pulling out of Whittlesea brickworks. He suffered serious injuries, including many broken bones and brain damage, and required intensive care treatment and hospitalization for a total of eight months.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Beat
