I am ICT-Makavenna, a young Hispanic female rapper doing experimental and inspirational music, and I host my music on SoundCloud at the moment. Interesting tidbit about me: I am part Salvadorian, part Mexican, and part German. I began really making music last summer when I was 13 years old. The first song I recorded was called "I’m Real." It was about me being real, but surrounded by so many fake people. It was about some issues I dealt with in middle school. After a year, I believe I am growing slowly with my music and my fan base. The type of music that I am working on at the moment I call experimental hip hop, inspiration rap. Of course, I make music that is fun and that I enjoy. But I am moved by so many songs and genres from so many different times in the history of music. I am inspired to make music that relates to society, that motivate my generation, and that give a point of view from a young teen Hispanic female growing up in America, including the struggles, trails and positive changes, achievements and influences.
The Barbershop Harmony Society (BHS), originally called the Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Barber Shop Quartet Singing in America (SPEBSQSA) first began on a rooftop on April 11, 1938. It started with 26 men, and eventually grew to a society of thousands spreading across the globe. Since the start of SPEBSQSA, the Society has been male driven. And not just male driven, but white male driven.
Where you find a love for music, there will always be a party in the making. The painting, The Concert (1623), by Gerrit van Honthorst (1592–1656), depicts an informal social scene where people gather to drink and enjoy music together that comes alive with illumination and warm tones. The party is open to the viewer as if he or she could step in and join. The merriment the performance holds for the five musicians gathered around a table and three listeners can be felt as one examines this painting. The musical ensemble in The Concert is an English mixed consort (Wheelock). There are both men and women seated around a table, singing and playing music with various instruments. From left to right, there is a bass viol, a violin, a bandora, and a lute. Those performing are dressed in theatrical outfits painted in bright, stunning colors. The women are also wearing elaborate headdresses. The musicians sing and play from partbooks as they are instructed by the concertmaster in red on the left, who is playing the bass viol and directing with his bow (Wheelock). The maestro urges focus, but the joyous quartet is having a pleasant time. The Concert by Gerrit van Honthorst is a genre painting depicting five musical performers and three bystanders; the scene is filled with a harmony between the performers and listeners that is directed by the concertmaster.
When I look back on 2008, I think the heaviest of realizations I conclude, is that the music has always been in, and a part of me. For as long as I can remember, there's been a song in every task I've ever carried out.
A sad piece of bread is getting covered in slow motion with an even sadder mayonnaise. Chunks of floppy lettuce are thrown on some cheese, the kind of cheese that would probably not melt after two hours of baking. A dirty pink, unnatural color coming from industrial meat slices completes the palette. If a little twist at the end of the four-ish minute video takes the viewer by surprise in a first phase (no spoiler alert), it is only to reinforce an impression of reclusion; of meal-for-one situation; of a rushed everyday routine; of forced standardization in a capitalist era; of a heavy duty to wear a happy face mask outside of the house, like the artist Polly Nor’s characters would do.
First, let me start off by saying Hi!
I’ve been singing all my life. Ever since that faithful day in elementary school, where they showed the younger students all the different instruments they can play, or the group they can sing in. I was immediately enamored with the violin, and with singing.
That’s what my father told me when I first let him know that I had interest in pursuing a music career. Music is and has always been a very big part of my life. Sounds cliche, but there isn’t a much better way to put it.
Incapsulating the essence of "Hip-Hop Culture," firstly, this shoot was completely impromptu or was it? When one thinks about hip-hop culture, one thinks about its sheer authenticity, meaning this is how you woke up—no pretentiousness or attitude intended. It is as real as a tree growing from its roots. I’m a female, so looking at it all from this perspective is strange. I guess since women/girls wake up having a whole routine put together: Makeup, men/boys—don’t always have to think about this. Yeah, I guess I’m lucky I don’t suffer from teenage breakouts. I feel for those that do though. OK, I digress, back to hip-hop culture!
It is quite common knowledge across all genres that music is created, performed, and listened to to invoke emotions in those involved. Listeners can tie emotions to an artist or a certain song because of the lyrical value, the background story of the performer, or the tone that the song presents. Often times, a listener will tie a memory to an artist or song, and consequently associate the same emotions from the memory with the song. Emotions due to music can be caused by several factors, but three stand out with bold letters compared to other possible variables.
My name is Dezirae Schalice. I just released my very first original song on December 25, 2018 (yes, Christmas Day. That wasn't the plan, it just happened, I swear hahaha)!
I'm Brandon. I am from the San Francisco Bay Area in California. I am an 18-year-old freshman in college who has a passion for music and helping other people through it. I believe music is more powerful than education if it's used in the right way. I have been a songwriter for the last four and a half years of my life. My dream is to get signed to a record label by the end of this calendar year.