Emily Agopian
Bio
CSUF C/O 2021
Political Science Major
Philosophy Minor
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Stories (2/0)
Dirty Computer
At any hour of the day, when I go to start my car and push to turn on my radio, I will likely be met by one of the voices of the rising star that is Lizzo, the absolute powerhouse that is Beyoncé, or the business empire mogul that is Rihanna. Throughout my childhood, a lot of Saturdays in my home were spent cleaning along to the songs playing from the likes of Alicia Keys, Lauryn Hill, or Mary J. Blige because those women represented some of my mother’s all time favorites. If I were at my grandma’s home, I would likely be met at the doors by the tunes of Ella Fitzgerald, or Nina Simone, and most definitely I would hear Diana Ross and The Supremes at some point during my stay. Around my high school years, I spent a considerable amount of time with my aunt who was positively in love with the music of Aaliyah, India.Arie, and FKA Twigs. Often I think back to a moment when I was young, it was during what felt like a years long car ride with the shouting of far too many children. I can still hear my uncle yelling, “Can you please shut up, Whitney is singing!” If only but for the length of the song, he desperately wanted a moment to hear Whitney Houston and nothing else. It stuck out to me, he does not come across as the image of a man who would be truly taken with “I Will Always Love You”. But nevertheless, it was what he wanted to hear. So many of my memories will always connect back to the art I consume the most, music, and I know I’m not the only one.
By Emily Agopian3 years ago in Beat
My Friend
My friend, seldom do I have a day as dark as when I heard of your end. Today the sun chooses to shine, which feels cruel considering your time came so woefully before mine. Your body may have been old, but your mind was bold, your heart made of gold, and my ears longed for the stories your lips told.
By Emily Agopian3 years ago in Poets
