90s music
Music for 90s babies and fans of timeless pop music; explore the decade defined by boybands, Europop, girl groups, rap, and so much more.
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
It's really all about that bass.
In my life, I have always been the strong, secure friend. I am snarky and blunt, and I might act like it's killing me, but I will take care of you better than your own family. I will know your shoe size, middle name, favorite food, and what time you need to be at work. At first, I'm told, I'm intimidating, then you work with me or see me in action, and you're intrigued. Somehow, I will manage to know what you need before you need it, and this makes me a valuable friend or coworker. It also makes me a target because people who struggle to manage their feelings, communication, and relationships look to me to stabilize them. They think I'm tough enough to take them at their worst, so that's exactly what I get. I'm like an anchor, but I'm a dysfunctional anchor with a side of toxic empathy. I need exceptionally steady people in my corner.
By Mel Danielle3 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
Written on, Mostly
I etched the soundtrack to my life on my skin. My high school bedroom was neon green, painted with slapdash song lyrics and an accompanying "Like a Prayer" mural painted across the accordion closet doors. What resonated with me most when listening to music was always the lyrics. The jump to turning my love of lyricism into a full-blown cutaneous affair was natural for a wannabe musician with no musical talent that turned to poetry to get it all out.
By Cali Loria3 years ago in Beat
Fossil by Melanie Garside
Introduction This is an album that I love but have not played for a long time, so I dug out the CD from one of my boxes and it is now on the player as I am writing this review to share with you, but before I proceed there are at least three versions of this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Beat
But he found
But he found out that they could never hit him, and he got used to it. All that year he flew here and there until the giant told him to go home again. The giant said strange things to him, which restored him to his human form. "Hey, do you like being a crow?" "Asked the giant.
By christopher neeley3 years ago in Beat
