60s music
Groove along to Beat Media's breakdown of the bands, artists, songs and culture that defined the 60s.
The End ... of the Beginning
"What a long, strange trip it's been," and it wouldn't have, couldn't have been the same without music. Memory is a tricky thing, and no doubt this chronicle of my musical journey is misremembered, sometimes embellished, and only a snapshot (4,269 words cannot cover sixty odd years of rock and roll) but still true in the larger sense. True to the music. After all, that's what really matters, staying true to the music.
By Steve Murphy3 years ago in Beat
For Phyllis
I shared an earlier version of this letter with my sister Phyllis weeks before she died in October 2014. Phyllis gave me the gift of music. I’m forever grateful and I could not have created the following playlist without her. This is part of my ongoing pratice and project to write “not left unsaid” letters to people who have had an impact on my life. Don’t wait to tell the people you love and care for what they mean to you. Reach out, even if it’s with just a short note, a card, a text, or a voice mail. Leave nothing unsaid when it comes to your appreciation for those who matter most in your life.
By Mike Barzacchini3 years ago in Beat
Inheritance and Adaptation
It’s difficult for me—as I imagine it would be difficult for any lover of music—to come up with a set playlist of perfect tunes to outline a soundtrack to my life. After all, we are so connected to the music that defines our human experience that choosing some of it to showcase as “important” invariably omits so much more that may be equally important. Of course, being a composer and sound engineer, I see the value in buckling down and making those cuts. Having a wide range of musical taste, I could give you the jazz version, classical version, punk version, music box arrangements of video game music version (not even kidding) of my life; I could give you countless combinations of the above and more. What’s more, it could refer to an aspect of my personality, a time in my life, or an overarching biographical soundtrack. I’m going to go with the full-on biography, which means it will be harder to choose the songs to represent the journey, but let’s see how it plays out!
By Scott C Lillard3 years ago in Beat
An Audio Story
I wonder about the power of music, and I worried about writing this story. And is it a story? Am I giving you a real narrative? I have had a very hard time with this particular piece, and I had to write down all of my material in freehand before I could even think about typing this out. And I needed a particular set of rules:
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Beat
The Symphony Within. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling city, where dreams and ambitions collided, there lived a young musician named Ethan. With his guitar in hand and melodies flowing through his veins, he embarked on a relentless pursuit of his musical aspirations. The path he chose was strewn with thorns and roses, as he navigated the unpredictable highs and lows of the music industry.
By Daniel Smith O.3 years ago in Beat
As I Phyxate
1997 Lets start things off on how my music repertoire began. The very first exposure I had to live music was a Bob Dylan concert when I was less than a year old. Although this doesnt seem possible for a baby to recall, it's been proven that infants brains absorb music and sounds from a young age that stay with them throughout not only childhood, but adulthood as well, and form a basic foundation. While Bob Dylan is usually an aquired taste, his stylization has always held a special place in my heart. The folk singing methods and simple melodies filled with harmonics feels like the home I grew up in. Appropriately this song in particular "The Times They Are A-Changin'", fit right into my beginnings of coming into this world, a changing, new world for myself and a changing one for my newly made parents.
By Blondie Willett3 years ago in Beat
Childhood stories are like a box
Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.Childhood stories are like a box of seasonings, full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty; Also like a beautiful kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; It is more like a tree of wisdom, taking root and growing strong with the years. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten middle class. That day, just at dawn, a loud bang into my ears, woke my sleep. I craned my neck and stared out of the window. I saw a silver lightning across the sky, like a dragon, shining. Then came the thunder, "Rumble, rumble..." Thor father-in-law hand sledgehammer with lightning mother-in-law strong electric light, wind and fire to me, scared I rolled with crawling ran to my parents' room to hide. Mother patted me gently on the back, said: "Don't be afraid, this is spring thunder. Spring thunder is in the wake of sleeping seeds and hibernating animals. Mother will tell you a story about Spring thunder....." Listening to the story of spring thunder, my mind began to emerge a beautiful picture: the field, the park is very lively. Rice seedling doll received the signal of spring thunder, head up, mouth open, taste the sweet spring rain juice; The willow girl is waving her long, slender hair in anticipation of her new green clothes; The small animals stretched, have from the cave to tell, convey the joy of spring.... Listen and think, I am no longer afraid. Outside the window, the rain was still rustling, the thunder was rumbling and the lights were shining. But to my ears, it became a wonderful symphony of spring.
By nina nichols3 years ago in Beat
Dancing To The Music Of Life
How does one compile a soundtrack to a life that has been so varied and unpredictable? A life full of joy, on one hand, but seared with pain, hurt trauma, parental rejection, and mind-boggling struggles? Nothing can ever really convey the impact and the uneven rhythm of such a life.
By Elaine Sihera3 years ago in Beat
Why I'm a Metallica Fan: Part 2
It has been just about a year since my inaugural piece on my deep veneration for my favorite band, after launching part 1 I received an overwhelming amount of support and culminated interest of communal love for Metallica and their music, so much so that I felt an overwhelming need to do a part 2 almost immediately. I had a plan, and potent encouragement, backed by such a wonderful community. So why did it take so long? The answer is very similar to the reasons I displayed in the first piece. Reason one, stamped with permanence among most things in life, I never think its the right time. Reason two, I still don't think I can do the band justice. Again I familiarized myself with the two commonplace solutions. One, it will never be the right time. Second, this is so much more than doing the band justice. This is about influence, this is about the people, this is about common ground among turbulence, this is about music, escapism. This is about what it means to be a fan.
By James U. Rizzi3 years ago in Beat
