In the search for innovative music, I came across Joanne Weaver, a singer asserting her own fresh perspective on fusing genres and a mesmerizing, sultry voice to back it up. I had the opportunity to interview Joanne, learning more about her musical background, “psychedelic” style, and upcoming projects. Joanne’s personality shines through, revealing an artist passionate about her craft and truly interested in connecting with her audience.
“For every 10 women rescued, there are 50 to 100 more women are brought in by the traffickers. Unfortunately, they’re not 18- or 20-year-olds anymore. They’re minors as young as 13 who are being trafficked. They’re little girls.”—25-year-old victim of trafficking “Children are being targeted and sold for sex in America every day.”—John Ryan, National Center for Missing & Exploited Children The mysterious disappearance of 18-year-old Hannah Graham on September …continue…
Face in a pillow to block out the roaring.
Then a small radio became a womb;
My tight stomach needing songs
to cover up all echoes of words.
Music, a push on a sled into a quiet barn,
finally, the feeling of being covered in
haybales: a thick scent-sound I could inhale
He’s got moves, but the music
is all wrong for the occasion,
doing his funeral dirge
toe-drag at the wedding reception,
it’s a bad number.
Once a minor detail, video game music has come to be a key part of the overall experience, to the point where some people even choose games because of the composers who worked on them. This music has also come to have a significant impact on other kinds of musical culture, but how did this happen? Is it simply a side effect of the massive growth in the popularity of games themselves or have other technological and cultural factors played a part?
Internally Godzilla is welcomed. I hope for something large and brooding to be fearful of. Instead my tongue swells with grief while the sunlight wrinkles my skin. Time decays waiting for a silver cumulus to let go of the shoe and I squeeze out all of my tears until I have nothing left for the rain. What will I do when my body disagrees? I’d rather choke on the dust that I leave behind than the dust that I gathered while I was here. This peculiar illusion of control corners me like a beast at feeding time. You would think by now I’d have learned enough to bathe in the sunlight instead of the blood but this slaughter is all that I know. I cashier myself until my shoulders curve raw underneath the flag of my own war.
We are all familiar with the world of comic books, and we are often quick to drop the names Marvel and DC Comics – producers of The Avengers and Batman, producers of countless other tales of heroism, villains, otherworldly realms and science experiments gone wrong. These are the comic books I recall as a kid, the stories I now eagerly go to see played out on cinematic big screen. But when was the last time you came across a contemporary comic book? I just recently starting diving back into the comic book realm, and I have been pleasantly surprised to discover that it is teeming with original and quality content.
“There were relatively few secret police, and most were just processing the information coming in. I had found a shocking fact. It wasn’t the secret police who were doing this wide-scale surveillance and hiding on every street corner. It was the ordinary German people who were informing on their neighbors.”—Professor Robert Gellately If you see something suspicious, says the Department of Homeland Security, say something about it to the police, …continue…
We abandoned our tents
Down in the occupied zone
When the blue and shielded
Storm troopers came with fire
Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day. I hope that things will be going my way. Not today.
Lately, I have come across some “fun” drivers. It just seems like everybody is wrapped up in their own little world or texting on top of the steering wheel while driving. STOP Signs have become optional. Apparently, so have YIELD Signs, but I’ll get to that in a few moments.