When I think of the word hag, I think of the greying light beyond the horizon before a storm. I think of possibility hanging heavy in the air.
Read MoreWhat if we encountered our bodies the way they are and said, “this is good enough”?
Read MoreI think of my work as being temporal by nature.
Read MoreI’ve found a catharsis in musicians’ emotional responses to the strife in the world right now, and in their visions of what might spring from the ashes.
Read MoreThe summer of 2016 belongs to “Self Control,” white brick walls, the rumble of the MARTA train—to the warmth and the horror of being alone in a city.
Read MoreMusic can reveal itself as simply escapism or enjoyment, but it can also be something much deeper, more abstract and substantial.
Read MoreWhen I recommend a song to someone else, I am sharing multiple variations of myself.
Read MoreFor this languid, near-summer day, a selection of standout songs to ease you into the world of Bengali musical cinema.
Read MoreIssue VIII will sing to the theme of sforzando (the car-struck bolt of dissonance; the backslide into wreckage; the single note of shattering).
Read MoreMy first memory is the most beautiful song I ever heard. An act of peace. An intake of breath. A space suffused with hymn.
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