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Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you? If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ? Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot! Who are the voices in your head? Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
“Humans' Bistro” You are what we eat!
In a not-too-distant future, humanity has brought the world to the brink of destruction. Habitats have been ravaged, creatures have been mercilessly consumed, and the delicate balance of nature has been disrupted. In a clandestine gathering, the animals come together, led by the clever and sociable Jack Rabbit, aptly named Jack. They realize survival can only be achieved by a drastic change in their ways. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of devouring one another, they conceive a daring plan. They create a series of culturally specific restaurants where humans become the main course. With newfound determination, the animals transform a dilapidated town and rebrand it Foodville, a place where all creatures can indulge in their cravings for human flesh — to rid the world of the parasitically destructive humans. Amidst the ensuing chaos, an unexpected romance blossoms between Mr. Wendal, a mischievous hyena, and Cantaloupe, a vegan antelope, who only eats cantaloupes while listening to “Cantaloop” by the British jazz hip hop group Us3. Interwoven with these events is the tale of a loving grandmother and a cantankerous grandfather, who captivate their fifteen grandchildren with enchanting stories. Drawing inspiration from classics like “The Princess Bride” and “Big Fish,” the grandparents regale their young audience with tales of adventure, love, and animals reclaiming their rightful place in the world. In a spine-chilling twist, the grandparents reveal their true identities as ethereal beings, guardians of the Animal Kingdom with insatiable appetites for venison. Driven by their newfound power, the animals forsake their empathy and compassion, mirroring the destructive behaviors they once vehemently opposed. With heavy hearts and a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all life, the surviving animals and humans unite to rebuild their shattered world. They vow to honour the memory of those who have been consumed and strive for a future where harmony prevails. At the heart of it all, “Humans’ Bistro” stands as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life, the consequences of our choices, and the enduring power of love in the face of tragedy. My Life
Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear. Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright. Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still. Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before. A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace. As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold. Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there. But why the secrecy, the hidden desire? Questions whisper in your mind’s fire. A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore. Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well. Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love. Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight. And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned? Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break. So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong. Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through. The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
As we enter these natural habitats with saws, bulldozers, and trucks, we are disturbing a natural balance. Cutting down one tree disturbs the lives of millions of other life forms, from mosses on the bark, to insects and birds in the canopy, to bacteria in the soil and fungi on tree roots. Those roots not only hold onto soil and prevent erosion but also, we've come to learn, form an underground biological communication network between trees. A single tree is an entire ecosystem with the larger ecosystem of the forest.
The Future is Now by Bob McDonald This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
3 PM comes early, the Postman (65) peels out a peach-flavoured gummy and passes it to Seed (60). Seed reluctantly chews—knowing Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. He waits anxiously for the wabbling to lead him down a path into deep, relevant thoughts about how the laments of the world can be solved if he can only find a way to record them.
The Mayor plops down on a seat, orders a big f-ing beer and chuckles. The Mayor recently turned 77. He’s a calm, sharp man, like the sharpest tack in the sharp tack drawer. The Mayor feigns a gentlemanly manner sans the feigning, often dropping razor-sharp witted retorts into gummified conversations. Let’s get something perfectly straight, the Mayor, who’s often referred to as Gentleman Mayor, because of his gentlemanly manner, abstains from the powers of the gummy, at least when he occupies a stool at THIS TABLE. “Mr. Mayor, you know the swollen man, the man who lives on the bus bench, the man whose stench is so rancid most people would risk the peril of jaywalking to not succumb to the toxic odours emanating from within him. They cordoned off his bench with police tape; they are in the process of sterilizing it. I feel bad for his condition. I find it amazing he is alive. Anyway, he moved up the street. He took up residence on a bench in front of the Mexican restaurant. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, he couldn’t, the restaurant couldn’t have it. At the end of my walk today, the paramedics were hauling, quite literally, hauling, him away.” The Pianist (60), more on him later, who’d recently sat down at THIS TABLE chimes in, in B-FLAT: Where do you think they took him? Take it away, Mr. Mayor: Probably the rendering plant. In comes the Sayer (61) + Cousteau (75). The Sayer (61) has a knack for slipping things into the conversation. Cousteau is a fine man, teetering between perversion and outdated, often opining thoughts on anyone darker than pale—a condition of being 75 (?) || More to come...
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Run The Jewels - Walking in the Snow
“You so numb you watch the cops choke out a man like me/Until my voice goes from a shriek to whisper—‘I can’t breathe’/And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV,” Killer Mike raps on “walking in the snow.” These are the words protesters shouted in the streets of his home of Atlanta as they marched, fighting against police brutality and systemic racism. They’re lyrics that Mike could have written in 2020 as the murder of George Floyd sparked a civil rights movement. But, Mike wrote these in response to another murder of an unarmed Black man, that of Eric Garner in 2014. That these are lyrics that could be ripped from the headlines in any year in America is a great and utter travesty. And this song is an ineffable reminder to never stop fighting. — Matt Miller
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Whenever I am caught, like these women were, by someone like the Handyman, someone always ready to tell people what they think they know about the world, someone who can go on and on without a break so there is never a chance to interrupt, to excuse yourself, to get away, or if I’m not directly trapped behind, I still find myself waiting behind a Handyman-type in line at a store, or stuck at a bus stop while the Handyman-type lectures some unlucky commuter about conspiracy theories involving municipal politics, or rambles on about a lurid piece of neighbourhood folklore, whenever I am held hostage by one of these Handyman-types I am overcome with irritation that quickly develops into full-blown rage.
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
THIS TABLE was created by a rare positive of a raging pandemic. A pandemic that only allows for bubbles of six. This is THIS TABLE’S BUBBLE for the time being.
Does evening start at 3? It does at THIS TABLE. The gummies kick in, the Postman’s attention span morphs into eight-minute-long bursts of confusion. Seed becomes reflective because of his shorn head. The Mayor laughs. The Pianist wants to talk about a thirteen-year-old female student he had to let go because he believed she had the hots for him. The Pianist, who is a sixty-year-old usually sloshed, Mennonite scarred, runner—yes runner, often describes himself as a runner, as if it is a thing. “You know I’m a runner, don’t you?” Seed looks baffled; he wants to fire comedic lasers at the Pianist, he refrains. He just laughs. “You need to be careful. You’re 60. You seem to struggle with life, with walking, you may want to take this running thing slowly, or you’ll injure yourself.” I’ve been running for fifty-years. I won’t get injured. Seed puts on his pandemic masks and jogs to the washroom; when he returns, he knows he can now call himself a runner as well. With the bubble-filled for the early part of the evening, it is time to check the experience quotient, a number flashing off the head of the table, at THIS TABLE’S HEAD. 60 + 60 + 61 + 65 + 75 + 77 = 398 That most certainly is a whack of motherfucking wisdom. It sure is. Can the gays live to be 398? Who says they’re gay? And besides, what-the-fuck is your question implying? || More to come...
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Lady Gaga - Babylon
Everything that makes Gaga Gaga— the repeating syllables, the Madonna allusions, the drama-club enunciation, the complete over-the-top ridiculousness, and your inability to resist it— is in abundance on Chromatica’s final track. It’s about parties, or rumors, or ancient Egypt, or the Renaissance, or all of it, or none of it. Who knows, and who even cares; when the gospel choir pops in from nowhere to declare “THAT’S GOSSIP!!!” you’ll be too busy dancing to ask the burning question: “Huh?” — Dave Holmes
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Worse. No references at my age, I thought, you might as well have a face tattoo. How, in the span of a few hours, I thought, did I go from a place of complete security to the brink of total disaster?
This Bright Future: A Memoir by Bobby Hall This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
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9. General Population
The Mayor doesn’t like profanities. Take him to the rendering plant. Not the mayor, the guy living and dying on the bus bench.
Hey, Mr. Mayor, the Halloween decorations sure are something, aren’t they? Look at those bones. The one over there…well…it looks like balls with a few stray pubes splaying off of them. That’s great. I wouldn’t need to floss. No, seriously, guys, I lost the thirteen-year-old student because I couldn’t risk being in the same room with her. She thinks I’m one motherfucking hot runner. So, you think they are setting you up for a score? No offence, wouldn’t they be looking for a larger payday than you. What…you’re offended? I’m sorry. No, I’m not. The pandemic rages on. || More to come...
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Caylee Hammack - Small Town Hypocrite
Caylee Hammack may be new on the Music City scene—her debut album arrived just this year—but you’d never guess it by listening to her sing. At just 26, she delivers her (exceptionally well-written, mind you) verses with a near devastating knowing. Nowhere is that on better display than here. Across an ocean of steel guitar, it’s a song about growing up, from someone who's done it. --Madison Vain
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
After my parents separated, my mother reorganized the photo albums. There are almost no photos left of my father now, just a silhouette in the background here and there, or his back. No one flipping through would be able to guess which of the men was the father of the little girls pictured. Once in a while, my mother says, “I wish I’d never met him,” and it feels as though our existence becomes brittle, my sisters’ and mine, and soon it could be us banished from the photos. But I’m being dramatic. My mother loves us too much to blot us from her life story.
Maybe one day I’ll sort through my own photos and make an album that preserves the version of the past I want to keep. That’s why it’s important to take lots of pictures, and often. Not only to be able to remember. But for all the possible ways they can be arranged. Unrest - Emma Cote This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
I think we need to talk to the Pianist; the other day, he said he started going to the gym. He hadn’t been to the gym in twenty or more years, and now at sixty, the motherfucking runner thinks risking virus exposure at a gym, risking all of our safety, is a good thing to be doing? If I get a chance, I will have a talk with him.
Guys, I went to the gym for the second time—today. About that, WhyTF are you going to the gym for during a pandemic? Why would you pick this as the time to start again after not going for twenty years? Seriously? It’s upsetting to the rest of us; we need to trust those in our bubble aren’t putting the rest of us at risk. If you want, I can leave the table. They wanted. The Pianist left; not a word was said as he ran away. 338 || More to come...
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Waxahatchee - Lilacs
There’s a cathartic sense of irony that comes with listening to “Lilacs” during a spring of unprecedented loneliness. With Dylanesque composition, Waxahatchee’s Katie Crutchfield sings about isolation and the rejuvenating power of nature. “I wake up feeling nothing / Camouflage the wavering sky / I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby / And the lilacs drank the water / And the lilacs die / And the lilacs drank the water / Marking in the slow, slow, slow passing of time,” she sings in the opening lines of the song. In hindsight, they read like an artist’s social distancing diary. But buried beneath the subject matter, the song has an easygoing complexion and an innate sense of hope. “When I wrote that chorus, I was like, ‘All right, we’re going to make this a little bit of a light at the end of the tunnel,'” Crutchfield told Rolling Stone of the song. And this song certainly leaves the impression that things will get better. --Matt Miller
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
The Next Week at my book club, the group rather hilariously picks Richard Matheson’s What Dreams May Come, a story about a dead husband and his eternal love for his living wife. Luckily, we’re the kind of book club that gets together at a bar instead of at the home of someone named Gladys, so I’m heavily plied with gin martinis by the time we really get into it.
Unrest - Emma Cote This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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Horen Sarrison - Beobadoobee
“Care” is a perfect gateway into 20-year-old British-Filipina Beatrice Laus’ debut album Fake The Flowers. But for me the heart of the record is this ballad, written for Laus’ boyfriend, filmmaker Soren Harrison. “I want you to know that I’m in love,” she sings, “but I don’t want you to feel comfortable.” The bliss of young romance with a twist of ‘90s indie angst, from what might be my album of the year. -- Dave Holmes
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
For now, I’m here. Feeling. And feeling is better than not feeling. So much better. Feeling something, even a level of pain so fresh it climbs out of my throat as an involuntary groan on a grey December afternoon, is so much better than feeling nothing, a flatlining for the spirit that drains experience of meaning. Feeling is full of meaning. Give me feeling any minute of the day.
I want to be unprotected. I want the world to be lit up in all colours. I don’t know what I can survive because no one knows that. What I know is this: It is a privilege to be with someone who is suffering and is willing to let you be with them, whether that someone is a child or a character. Unrest - Emma Cote This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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Fiona Apple - Under The Table
It’s worth spending time with Fiona Apple’s entire 2020 LP, Fetch the Bolt Cutters, which dropped in April to near universal praise. But even in a sea (um, 13 songs) of true gems, “Under the Table” still stands out. The defiant—and at times sing-songy—cut sees Apple tell off a fancy man at a fancier party for thinking he can control what comes out of her mouth. Full of fury and nearly overwhelming in its feeling, it’s a uniquely female fantasy that can’t, and won’t, be ignored. --Madison Vain
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Despite the fire that has displaced me, it’s important for me to still recognize my privilege. I have a steady job that comes with steady money, and I’ve been able to keep this job despite a pandemic. I have a home that is my own, with insurance to cover costs in the meantime. I am white-passing; a cisgender woman. I know, too, that only in my privilege can one be fascinated with post-apocalyptic stories. Many Black and Indigenous communities live in racist, embittered post-apocalyptic worlds already, rife with injustice. Overseas, we continue to rage. Thousands of lives and blown up.
|Book Quote: Unknown| This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A “A.P.I.D.T.A.”
Though the basket great is never mentioned by name in the song, Jay Electronica wrote A.P.I.D.T.A. the night Kobe Bryant died. A somber and lucid meditation on death, Electronica is open about his own grief and the loss of his mother. “The day my momma died, I scrolled her texts all day long,” he raps on the track. It’s pure, knowing poetry. And with vivid, striking details Electronica and Jay-Z rap over a sample of “A Hymn” by Khruangbin. “The flesh we roam this earth in is a blessing, not a promise,” Electronica says near the end of his verse, one of the most wise and elegant lyrics I’ve heard in a song all year. -- Matt Miller
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
However illusory, now I maintain a sense of control over her safety. After she is born, she will have the world to contend with, and it can be a cruel and unpredictable place. I won’t deny her the facts of it: climate change, a mass extinction underway, the callous brutality of the capitalist system that thrives on social inequalities, white privilege’s violence upon our society. I could go on. But I’ve caught glimpses of hope in the darkest places. Even inside of these post-apocalyptic stories, there is joy and beauty to be found.
To see it through, I’ve had to let go, at least a little bit, of this overwhelming desire to try and control the world around me. She’ll have to do the same, because to be born, that’s an apocalypse, too. |Book Unknown| This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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Ruston Kelly - Changes
Kelly’s Shape and Destroy is one of the records of the year, a country-flavored “dirt emo” meditation on the revelations and challenges of early sobriety that’s a lot more fun than I’ve just made it sound. Its opening track concludes “at least I’m not the thing I was before,” with a determination that’s reassuring, because at the end of this year, none of the rest of us are either. — Dave Holmes
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A Book Passage or |a poem|
Now: People love stories as much as I do. Or people love being lied to I guess, but that’s basically what a story is, isn’t it? What’s that thing that says that people who read books are just staring at a dead tree and hallucinating? Maybe that’s the same thing we do when we talk to other people, minus the dead tree.
Unrest by Emma Cote (I think) This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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“Idontknow,” Jamie xx
After five years, the wait for new music from the producer-DJ-xx band member has officially ended. And it's not just that the 31-year-old is releasing music under his own name again that feels so vital—it’s also what he’s releasing. His five-and-a-half minute return bangs with skittish baselines, chopped up vocals, frenetic tempo changes, and trancey interludes that, while occasionally hard to follow, feel right in line with the chaotic world they release into. --Madison Vain
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Mercifully, I don’t notice the rising temperatures at night as it turns out a hearse is quite good at keeping itself cool. But when I pull up to a rest stop a few hours south it hits me when I step out of the car and take a deep breath. The air wraps itself around my face like a warm washcloth and I can feel the backs of my knees start to sweat. What a horrible place to sweat from. Do people that live here just walk around with sweaty knee-backs all the time. No, they’re probably used to it. Change is only shocking when it happens fast.
Unrest by Emma Cote (I think) Lindsay
A story about finding yourself after accidentally discovering your life started with a lie. Not every day do you meet someone who watched both of his parents die from The Big C and laid them to rest, only to discover sixteen years later that they weren’t his parents after all. It’s like being reborn as a whole different person. Lindsay - The Memoir by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
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I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
BAD BUNNY x JOWELL & RANDY x ÑENGO FLOW - SAFAERA
An incredible feat of scope and production, Bad Bunny’s “Safaera” spans decades of influences, referencing Missy Elliott’s “Get Ur Freak On” and Bob Marley and the Wailers’ “Could You Be Loved.” Alongside features from Jowell & Randy and Ñengo Flow, Bad Bunny and producers DJ Orma and Tainy flip the dial on nostalgia, spinning it into an irresistible, inventive, and frenzied reggaetón club banger. The genre is among the most influential sounds in global hip-hop and Bad Bunny continues to be a lead innovator in the space, proving why he deserves to be the biggest pop star in the world in 2020. --Matt Miller
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11th
Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Book Passages or |poems|
Glue
A story about a man trying to find himself after his parents come back to life. And then, he witnesses a gay-bashing. And then, he suffers a catastrophic stroke. And then → $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Space Samba (Disco Volador Theme)
The title of this English indie band’s second album Disco Volador translates to Disco Flying, I guess, and though it may not make sense on the page, put on this track and tell me you’re not out of your chair within fifteen seconds. There are hints of early ‘90s rave-inflected Britpop in here, put through a Stereolab filter and aimed for the dancefloor. The Orielles ask “Can you re-align the boundaries of my sensory home,” and while I have no idea what that even means, I lean toward yes. --Dave Holmes
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14th
Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
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Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
Book Passages or |poems|
Drawings by Harlan by Lindsay Wincherauk (and of course, Harlan)
$5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Be Afraid - Jason Isbell
“Be afraid, be very afraid, but do it anyway”: The exact right message at the exact right moment. With the first single from his upcoming Reunions album, the alt-country firebrand makes the case for speaking your mind, especially if your voice is shaking. “We don’t take requests, we won’t shut up and sing/Tell the truth enough, you’ll find it rhymes with everything.” And for Isbell, it’s not just talk: on March 3rd, he did a Super Tuesday fundraiser for Alabama Senatorial candidate Doug Jones. He’s been overdue for a breakout, and this might just be the track that does it. --Dave Holmes
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15th
Meet the Hyenas (Currently in the Production Lab)
Up Next ↓↓↓
Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license).
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
Book Passages or |poems|
Tru + Joy find love in the unlikliest of places by Lindsay Wincherauk
$5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
“People, I’ve Been Sad,” Christine and the Queens
Héloïse Adelaïde Letissier is direct on her first new single of 2020. “People, I’ve been sad,” she says carefully, slowly. Over a simmering synth beat, she demands you to listen as she voices her own struggles. In a time when we see a cry for help on social media elicit nothing a hit on the like button, or a quick comment of support, “People, I’ve Been Sad” asks us to truly connect emotionally. There’s space in this song—in the dialed back production, between each word—begging you to react, to truly share this experience. It’s a powerful reminder to be open, to listen, and to really meet people as individuals with feelings and not as fleeting moments on your timeline. — Matt Miller
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