Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Speak Up
A kind word aptly spoken may be the very token that a single soul needed and pleaded for all through last night. Listen to such intuition and pay close attention to that still, tiny voice. At the end of the day it is your choice, yes. But, when you lay your head down on your pillow for nightly repose, will you swallow regret for not speaking up? Or, for not heeding your darling intuition? Whether you are in the darkest alleyway or Waffle House eating pancakes, make no mistake. Listen and heed, thereby doing yourself and others no ill misdeed.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Humans
"Exile" Taylor Swift and Bon Iver Song Critique
From the first time listening to “Exile,” to the hundredth time listening to the song, I like it just as much every time. So much so, I decided to write a song critique. There are three elements to the song that make it beautiful and haunting all at once.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Beat
Dirty Keys N' Pure Praise
Battered and beaten keys still sang and rang with war cries through the damp night air. Sludging through trenches to the beat of melodious, bombing warfare. Husky voices singing loud for Heaven's hand to extend to their own. Muscular black and white men, standing shoulder to shoulder, humming in unifying tone. "Pull me up from mucky mire. Soon before, I surely expire." Keys bouncing up and down. Shaking, trembling, exploding ground. Duck and weave. Notes shrewdly perceive. Sliding into fermata furrows. Stuck fast, in clay-covered sorrows. Praising never once ceased. Though souls were finally released.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
