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.
Top 10 Lata Mangeshka Songs
Lata Mangeshkar, the Nightingale of India, is an iconic figure in the realm of Indian music. Her melodious voice and soul-stirring renditions have enchanted generations of music lovers. With a career spanning over seven decades, Lata Mangeshkar has contributed immensely to the Indian music and the film industries. In this article, we delve into the top 10 songs that showcase her unmatched talent and define her remarkable legacy.
Emmanuel AdePublished 5 days ago in BeatA long run
Sliding into my uncle's room and opening up his jammed drawers of cigarette packets, I grabbed his cassette collections. This moment was my entry ticket to the world of English songs.
Parvathi JPublished 5 days ago in Beat
The Transformative Power of Musical Activities
Title: The Transformative Power of Musical Activities: Exploring the Benefits of Engaging in Music Introduction (Approximately 200 words)
Abdul Haseeb Rizvi AttariPublished 6 days 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.
Mel DaniellePublished 6 days 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.
nina nicholsPublished 6 days ago in Beat
Dancing With Distraction
Dancing With Distraction: Mastering the Art of Focus in the Digital Age In today's fast-paced digital world, where information is constantly at our fingertips and distractions abound, staying focused has become an increasingly elusive skill. As technology advances and our lives become intertwined with various devices and platforms, maintaining concentration and productivity has become a challenge that many individuals and businesses face. In this article, we delve into the concept of dancing with distraction and provide invaluable insights on how to master the art of focus in the digital age.
Muhammad IrfanPublished 6 days ago in Beat
Dancing With Distraction
Dancing in Distraction: A New Way to Experience the Music Humans have been dancing for centuries as a way to express themselves, relieve stress, and, most importantly, enjoy themselves. However, in recent years, a new trend has emerged in the world of dance: dancing in distraction.
Muhammad IrfanPublished 6 days ago in BeatDancing 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.
Elaine SiheraPublished 6 days ago in Beat
The Songs that Hold My Memories
Music played during critical moments in our life seems to imprint almost every detail of that time into our memories, so when we play that song again years later, it all comes flooding back.
The Playlist Trip
At the start of middle school, my brother would make me mix CDs. I'd get to school early, go to the gym and sit with my CD player and digest the entire CD in one morning. As my friends would trickle in, I'd show them my favorites from what I had just listened to. I have a vivid memory of playing Black Eyed Peas "Don't Lie" on repeat 3 or 4 times before I went to the next song.
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.
Cali LoriaPublished 7 days ago in Beat
Echoes of a Journey: My Personalized Soundtrack to Life
Creating a personalized soundtrack to my life is a deeply introspective and emotional journey. Music has always played a significant role in my life, serving as a companion through every high and low, and capturing the essence of my experiences. Each track on this playlist holds a special place in my heart, representing the defining moments of my journey. Let me take you through the songs that have shaped my life, and the stories that accompany them.
Muhammad WASIM AkhtarPublished 7 days ago in Beat
