Born in 1995, the type of music I know is from the 2000s. Most of the bands that I mention during this music series are bands that I have on my iPod. Primarily, it'll be a breakdown of song lyrics and possible meanings of the song and, as I turn another age, this is more for me than it is for anyone else. Without further ado, as I sit here typing at one thirty seven am on November first with the hopes that someone will read the ramblings of a crazy woman, the first band I would like to introduce is The Academy Is.
Not surprisingly, many Disney movies follow a tradition of supernatural entities, wishes, and dreams or a combination of all three. After Walt Disney’s first movie, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Disney moved from the original conformity of witchcraft equates to evil and twisted that concept into something, unknown to him, legendary, symbolic, a logo, and precedent of Disney movies to come. Residing in this essay, the movies are split into three categories: First Generation Disney (1939-1966) refers to the movies that came out in Disney’s time; Second Generation (1966-2008) refers to the Disney Corporation; and Third Generation (2008-present) are the Pixar and Disney collaborations. Despite the eighty-year gap of animated Disney movies, all the animations encompass society’s worst points and are used as examples of how to surpass the factors that stifle childhood imagination and creativity.
She stood at the top of her house, the sea breeze rustling through her fine brown hair. Upon the sun’s brief returns, there was a tint of yellow and red, hitting her tight bun so, it created a halo above her head. Under her cloak, she wore the traditional widow’s black, a stern expression on her face. Daffodil Unistentasious watched the goings-on of the children beneath, her green-blue eyes pooling water.
They had hung her. Hyacinth Myrtle, no older than eighteen. Her mother, hung just a few weeks before, was claimed to be a witch. Hyacinth had no friends except me — the bread boy.
Artio had always felt like an outsider. Her mother and two sisters already passed the test. Mother, Erui as she was known among the glade’s townsmen, was not only her mother, but mother Earth. Branwen, the eldest of all the sisters, was wisdom encompassed into the body of one. And Blodeuwedd was already the most beautiful child even before she was determined to be the beauty of flowers. Yet Artio could spend hours with animals of the wild. Blodeuwedd always complained about her various pets that would sneak out of their boxes and Branwen would examine them with her. Most of them were poisonous but Artio loved them all the same. She was the trouble maker, always ignoring her mother’s insistence of ‘never venture.’ To her, the woods were more home-like than the mud-home created centuries ago.
Ghosts. Every year, as All Hallows Eve approaches, it's the same story. "Once in a Haunted Castle..." or "At summer camp, there was a...". Why can't people be more inventive than that? What about the ghost in the middle of the street, getting run over again and again. Or the ghost that lived in the attic but the most you know of it is that every so often, there's crying?