The Art of
The Photography of Connie Schneider
A story by Erin Turner
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Editors Note ............................................................ 2 The Poet’s Corner ............................................ 3 Never Assume ..........................…....................... 4 City Lights .................................................................. 6 Honesty ....................................................................... 12 Ear Candy ............................................................... 14
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r e n r o C s ’ t e o P e h T ‘Atta Girl
Time Peeling back the rivets on the clock, Oh but it's locked! Locked and gone and hid the key. Set in motion by a breath, No human eyes were there to see. Tall and strong it cuts the thread. Never wrong when crimson meets its end. Vanishing in pain, Unheeded, it cannot abstain. Still it works and moves and does, Playing at a losing game, Screaming out inaudible refrain. Lost inside the blackened void of empty ears, Unheard by all the world. Grab hold! Don't wait! Or find a life eclipsed by waste. Vanishing in pain, Forgotten, it cannot abstain. - Christina Adleman
Haze. Is this for real? Stumbling over lights Running through the maze I told you we would fly Feel it? That chilled sensation? Hear it touch your soul See it grace your tongue Wandering through your mind Dizzy. Can you see it spin? Round and round, never slowing Round again, step back swiftly Don’t sink, don’t fall Don’t touch! Feel the danger? Careful now; let it tingle Don’t you slip, be intent This isn’t a game, dear, we have a purpose Look down, now look at me It’ll be all right Can you see the ground? Right foot, left foot – Sudden drop! - Matthew Bryant
Never Assume By Erin Turner
The doorbell rang at exactly five twenty-three. Mira could see the clock, the one over the stove, when she closed her eyes now, the little details frozen in her mind. How the laundry was half piled on the couch, waiting to be folded. How the spaghetti sauce on the stove bubbled. How the house smelled like browned meat and tomatoes and Italian spices. Paul’s favorite. They’d fought that day, and she was making dinner to apologize, to say she still believed in him, that he wasn’t really a screw up as she told him. Six months of job searching had been hard for them both. But when the doorbell rang she had tripped to the door, so carefree, so unsuspecting, assuming it was the next-door neighbor come to borrow a cup of sugar or flour or perhaps a stick of butter. They did that with each other. It was nice. Neighborly. But it was not her neighbor standing at the door. Two men, one younger, one older, with blue uniforms and solemn voices. Mira frowned at them. What did they want? They fidgeted on the doorstep. The younger man twisted his hat around and around in his hand. Finally, the older man cleared his throat.
“Mrs. Loman? I-I’m sorry. It’s your husband….” Mira’s stomach twisted in fear, her heart pounded, her mind leapt in a thousand directions. The oﬃcer found his words again. “He was killed today.” The words hung suspended in the air, then dropped, one by one, like stones in Mira’s heart. The world swam before her eyes. Her knees grew weak. She gripped the doorframe, sagged against it. The oﬃcers leapt in concern, their voices blending and melding into meaningless sound. She was led to the chair, the one where Paul used to sit and watch the game. A glass of water was thrust into her hand. The world stopped spinning. She was left with a cold numbness. “How?” she managed to croak. “Hit by a bus,” the older oﬃcer spoke levelly. “He didn’t suﬀer,” the younger one oﬀered, as though to help. It didn’t. Mira ached. She wanted to be left alone, alone with her grief. The oﬃcers asked her who they should call.
“Call?” “To stay with you.” “Oh.” “Children?” “No, no children, no family, new town.” “Someone should be with you.” Mira forced her thoughts to focus. Focus! “Mrs. Gardner, my neighbor.” “Where?” “The house with the blue shutters.”
Remembering. Scenes came in flashes, vivid and bright. Their first date. Their wedding day. Paul teasing her – she couldn’t remember about what. The day they climbed the giant old oak in the backyard, just because. The day they moved. This morning, when Paul kissed her and left for an interview. This afternoon, when he had stormed out. Her last words, “Don’t screw up again!” His last words: “I’d rather die.” He wouldn’t ever come back. He really was gone. Forever. She’d pushed him out.
Mrs. Gardner came as the oﬃcers It was her fault. left. She bustled in full of energy, turned the stove oﬀ, started tea, swept up the Suddenly the full force of the day laundry, prattling nonsense all the while. It was pointless, silly. Why bother? Why slammed into Mira, and she wept, loud, gasping sobs that shook her whole had she been so cruel with Paul that afternoon? Why had she asked him, no, body. ✤ forced him, to go out again. He hadn’t Erin Turner is a writer from been feeling well. It was just one Cumming, Georgia who is currently afternoon. Finally, Mrs. Gardner finished her eﬃciency and prattle and settled on the couch with a book and an oﬀer to talk. Mira didn’t want to talk. She wanted to think. Or not to think. Whichever would take the pain away. She sat in the chair a long time, rocking back and forth, back and forth.
a student at Boston University. In her spare time she rides horses and visits Narnia. Visit her on her blog at hiddenfiremusings.blogspot.com because that’d be a cool thing to do.
by Connie Schneider
My passion for photography began when I went to an art show in North Georgia. I saw all these really cool photos and I really wanted to take some like them. So I went home and I got my dadâ€™s camera and started taking pictures. At first they were really bad, but eventually they got better. Ever since then, I have been taking a lot of photos. I take pictures of things that I think would look good on people's walls, like nature, and people, and anything else that comes to mind. I love taking close ups; that's mainly what all of my pictures are. I also enjoy taking pictures of wildlife. I hope to make a career out of photography someday.
Above & Below: From the World Trade Center Memorial in New York City
Below: A wall of signs near the Brooklyn Bridge
Above: The Freedom Tower
12 The art of playing your heart out
We’ve all been there. Endlessly plucking away at the strings, staring at a blank notebook with an equally blank expression on our faces, wishing we knew where to even begin with that next hit song we just know we’re gonna write if we can ever get the words out. It’s ridiculous. Writing a good quality song can be one of the most diﬃcult things to accomplish for some, and the easiest for others. While pop culture often makes it seem as simple as scribbling some uninspired rhymes into your notebook and setting it to the same four chords, putting out a great song is the thing that will make or break your music as a whole. Next to the sound and style of your band, the songs you play are (some of you may say, “obviously”) the most crucial part of any musical endeavor. Those songs will be what make people sit up and listen, or worst case scenario, lean up and hit
“skip.” But what makes a good song?
pour into it determines how much of that filters through to your listeners. Writing a song should be like taking what’s inside you and pushing it out to those around you. Ultimately, adhering to that principle will keep you honest in your work, and honesty is what keeps you not only loving your own music, but convinces others to love it as well.
A very good friend of People have struggled mine, a guitarist actually, for years to put a name to once said to what they think me, “There’s the best and “There’s power power when most important you sing from aspect of a song when you sing your heart; it is. Some say it’s from your heart; it changes the lyrics, some things, opens say it’s the beat changes things…” minds, and or the melody -gets into some even say peoples’ it’s the way you souls.” Sure enough, when play it that counts. But he plays or sings there’s ultimately the most never a time that I don’t important part of a song is truly listen. It’s that pure what you put into it. and honest music that When you write a song, the amount of feeling, emotion, and purpose you
causes people to think about the words and the passion behind them. When
I write songs, I do so from the deepest parts of who I am, because those areas display the change in my life. When I display that change, other people are changed by it.
either; when you hear something you find interesting, make a note of it and come back later. I like to keep a tape recorder, camera, and notebook (or just a phone, what with all of today’s technology) with me Now, this is not to say at all times, just in case I get that it’s a bad idea to write an idea for a new song, or fun songs or lyrics that don’t get inspired by something I really mean anything, see or hear. because everyone needs to kick back Lyrics may seem every once especially important, “I like to keep a in a while. but think about the last But even tape recorder, best-thing-you’ve-everwhen you heard, listen-to-it-allcamera, and just write the-time, get-it-stucksomething notebook with in-my-head-til-I-gofun and crazy kinda song. Most catchy, a me at all times, of the time, (emphasis little bit of on most), it’s the music just in case I yourself that catch your goes into it. get an idea...” attention. The thing you You’re hear teens say so often displaying is “I’m not the fun-loving, peppy side of listening to the yourself, and that goes a words long way. When it comes anyways, I just down to it, everything you like the music,” do should be a little glimpse and while this into who you are. Putting just seems like yourself out there is hard, the worlds but when you really allow most eﬀective your music to showcase the strategy for real you instead of a getting your photocopy of pop culture, parents oﬀ your your music will really shine. case (it’s not, by the way, my Experiment with your folks just told me that the music as well, try new styles, lyrics would still get into my new lyrics, and new rhythm head, and sure enough they patterns you may never have were right), it’s actually a considered before. Don’t very valid statement. Most of worry about saving your the time people (musicians inspirations right away especially) pay extra
attention to the music itself, so making sure that the melody and rhythm actually sounds good is important to making sure people will give your track a second listen. Lastly, just be sure to have fun with it. People notice if you really enjoy what you do, and it’s something they’ll look for every time you start to play. Whether it’s for some big time gig, open mic night at a local pub, or just playing for family and friends, every one loves to listen to someone who loves their music. Whether your style is dark and brooding or light and peppy, enjoy everything about it. Enjoy what you play, take in where you’re playing it, and love those you play with, even if it’s just
yourself. Ultimately, it’s not about making a few bucks, it’s about loving your craft and having a little fun, so get out there and get your rock on! ✤
Comfort by Giraffage
Dark Notes by SPC ECO Dark Notes begins with a dreamy synth coupled with floating vocals that make you want to just close your eyes and melt into the track. As the intro fades out, “Rip It All Home” cuts through the silence with a razorsharp lead that gives way to an electrified chorus with a strong beat, creating a hard, yet fuzzy, atmosphere. “Let It All Down (In The Dark)” opens with Rose Berlin’s hazy vocals, leading into a trudging rhythm that drives the bass and threatens to swallow you whole. “La Casa De Los Ojos” has a wicked beat that swarms your ears as the bassy synth pushes and rides it through the murky eﬀects. “Won’t Be Long (Sun Is Gone)” reverberates through your mind, and “One In A Million” pulls out a firm bass line that accentuates the rattling snare perfectly. Finally, the outro wraps up the album with its haunting vocals, dark bass, and chilling synths that will give you goosebumps as it leaves you with its pensive air. All in all, Dark Notes is one of the best albums I’ve heard in a long time, and I wholly recommend it to any music lover. Pick it up at spceco.bandcamp.com
Charlie Yin founded Giraﬀage back in 2011, a one-piece ambient “dreampop” project (with the fitting tagline, “dreaming while you’re awake.”) that has had fans raving, and his latest album certainly doesn’t fail to meet the hype. Right away, Giraﬀage draws you into the dreamlike sounds punctuated by a smooth but punchy beat that breaks through synths like Mario busts up castles: it’s a stressful thing to watch but the result is extremely satisfying. The rolling leads and popping pad on LUV has an eerily calming eﬀect, and Polar Bear pulls together 8-bit sound bytes as the synthesizer assaults your ear holes. Elysian’s “glitchy” synth and oddly charged vocals coupled with the slightly discordant leads, will have you wishing you could stay in Giraﬀage’s hazy fever dream forever. Pick it up at giraﬀage.bandcamp.com
The Woodlands by The Woodlands I know this is a relatively old album, but when I heard the acoustic, folky sound of this husband/wife duo, I had to share it with y’all. The Woodlands have the kind of sound that makes you want to embark on a new adventure with nothing but a sailboat and a cassette player. The gorgeous acoustics and twisting eﬀects in “Until The Day Dims” fills you with the kind of hopeful joy you find among a group of loved ones in the early evening. In “Can We Stay,” Hannah’s childlike plea of “can we stay here longer?” reminds you of the innocent joy of being with your first love. The eery melody found in “King & Queen” gives you chills as the sultry yet simplistic guitar and piano brings about almost an ethereal atmosphere. In “Day To Day,” the dark, driving guitar accents the low, whispering vocals, and the kick drum in “In The Dark On Monday” makes it the perfect driving song. The perfect blend of major and minor found in “Summerland” gives it an enchanting, warm sound that will have you tapping your toes and playing it over and over again. Finally, ”Through The Winter” closes out the album with a trudging yet hopeful sound that will keep you going even in the darkest of times. Pick it up at thewoodlands.bandcamp.com
Quill by Bison The Last Bison is a 7-piece band that has a cozy grassroots feel with an orchestral sound. “Switzerland” kicks oﬀ the album with a slightly cacophonous hum that brings to mind an orchestra preparing for their debut, and right away the light and bright melody leads into Ben Hardesty’s passionate & strong vocals, which couple with the solid reed organ to give this track an almost ethereal quality. Mid-song, the rhythm changes into an almost Mumford & Sons-esque banjo/snare combo, and as the violin ascends the musical scale, the overall energy grows. The track flows right into “They Are Filled,” which begins with swelling strings and opens into a cozy guitar rhythm. “Quill”’s floating vocals and energetic rhythm changes well up in your mind, and the contrasting minor melody and twanging guitar found in “Iscariot” couples with Hardesty’s falsetto chorus to bring together a haunting melody. “River Rhine”’s quiet melody provides a lull, but “In Your Room” jumps back in with a lively fiddle and rousing chorus. Autumn Snow fills the room with a beautifully arranged guitar piece, and “Tired Hands brings out an intriguingly unique melody. Finally, “Dark Am I” finishes oﬀ the album with a haunting biblical chorus of “Dark am I, yet lovely.” Overall, the amazingly complex and well put together arrangements make this album a must have for lovers of homespun folk music everywhere.
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Synesthesia Matisse’s Mixtapes
Red Advice - The Pillows Date With The Night - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Red - Nanuchka Departure - Crystal Stilts Hate To Say I Told You So - The Hives It’s Getting Boring By The Sea - Blood Red Shoes Molten - Sky Larkin Death To Los Campesinos! - Los Campesinos! Never Die - Tiger Army
Twenty Miles - Deer Tick Willow Tree - Chad VanGaalen Tornado - Ali Ingle Longing To Belong - Eddie Vedder The Stable Song - Gregory Alan Isakov Swim Club - The Cave Singers Chapel Song - We Are Augustines New Inheritors - Wintersleep Swim Until You Can’t See Land - Frightened
Eyes Dub - VHS or Beta Guts (The Sound of Arrows Rmx) - Alex Winston Genesis - Grimes Division Street - Ravens & Chimes Love Is Won - Lia Ices Sirkel(Sag) - Pandreas Jungle - Emma Louise Weekend (Casa Del Mirto Rmx) - Class Actress Seesaw (Dntel Remix) - Caroline Wizard - Clams Casino
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