'There's no time for hatred, only questions
What is love, where is happiness
What is life, where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me release?'
- Jeff Buckley
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How to Really Make Money on Vocal Media & The Pros and Cons of Writing on Vocal Media in 2021.
Vocal Media is a writing platform similar to Medium that allows you to write and publish stories, articles, poems etc. as well as make a bit of money off of them. How much money comes down to several important factors, but right off the bat the majority of your everyday story aren't gonna make much. They just aren't. But luckily that doesn't mean all is lost. Vocal was designed for those who love writing, with the money being a lucky plus.
To stand and speak in shades of blue, Beneath the hues, a phantom through, So full of Lilac Sounds, See me as more, see me as new
The Angsty Songs of My Youth that are Still Shaping My Life Today.
It was a long road from falling in love with 90's grunge and 2000's punk to writing and releasing a song. A road filled with heartache and petty drama that all inevitably led me to the music and bands that inspired me to start writing my own songs. From Nirvana and Paramore to My Bloody Valentine, here's the most important angsty anthems and groups from my teen years that influenced me so much I had to give it a go myself!
An ode to the baggy clothing of the 90's.
Baggy clothing has been littered through many a decade from the 70's to modern day, but none capitalised on their appeal like the nineties. From TV shows like 'Friends' and 'Buffy the vampire slayer' to bands like 'Sonic Youth' and 'Nirvana', oversized and baggy clothing was everywhere you looked.
The Timeless Style of Minimalism; Why Less Really is More.
"Minimalist fashion means having a minimal amount of clothes in your wardrobe that feel right for you and bring joy. Minimalism is the antithesis of the modern consumerist narrative—and for good reason."goodonyou.com
Smooth Seas Don't Make Good Sailors.
I stood motionless, my breath painting pictures in the cold night air, waiting, waiting, for the energy to move. That gut wrenching feeling in my stomach, the one I'd come to be so familiar with showed no signs of letting go. A car honked its horn. People bustled past. The world had moved on.
Me and my mates go camping (or we did before Covid-19) for one night every summer. The last year we went was 2019 and our luck striked out; the sun was shining. In Ireland that's a big deal so we set off through a massive field till we reached a small bank beside the river. The eight of us camped and had a great night. It wasn't even that cold despite the lack of clouds. Our problems only arouse in the morning as we realised the giant field we'd walked through was now soaking wet and the grass was up to our knees in places. There was no way around it.
It's something of a daydream this memory, hazy, warm but still absolute. The temperature was perfect, and the taste of sea salt was lingering on my lips as me and my brother, Seán, cycled to the pebble beach at our grandparents. I was ten, so that made him 12. We were laughing loud, free from any fear of annoying anyone, free from really any cares at all. Looking back, it's something of a miracle we heard him at all.