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Notes from the Mind Palace
Karaoke isn’t just singing for me — it’s a personality test, a confession booth, a therapy session, and a threat all rolled into one. My lineup is chaotic on purpose. It’s designed to confuse people, amuse people, scare people, and remind myself that I’m still alive. I also do it alone. So there is that.
By Syl De'Vilabout 12 hours ago in Beat
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Music doesn’t just “inspire” me. It rewires me. It grabs my skull like it’s trying to tune a radio, and suddenly every part of me snaps into alignment. My thoughts stop tripping over each other. My nerves stop buzzing. The world gets quieter, even when the volume is stupidly loud. I don’t listen to music — I use it. The louder the music gets, the quieter those internal voices become — the ones that try to tell me I’m nothing, the ones that show up when I’m tired or hurting or stretched too thin. Volume becomes a shield. Bass becomes a boundary. A song becomes the thing that steps between me and the parts of my mind that don’t always play fair. It even helps with the autoimmune pain. Not in some magical “healing frequency” way — just in the way drowning in sound gives me something stronger to focus on than the ache. When the music is loud enough, my body stops screaming for a minute. I get a little space. A little breath. A little control. It’s the switch that flips me from “overstimulated parent with seven kids doing parkour through my sanity” to “feral writer pacing the room like a crow deciding which shiny object to steal.” If the song hits right, my whole brain goes cinematic. I stop seeing words and start seeing scenes: fog rolling in, headlights cutting through it, someone yelling in the distance, maybe something crawling out of the dark that shouldn’t exist. Music is the fuse that lights all of that. People think playlists are just background noise. Mine are battle plans . Each song is a mood, a memory, a weapon. Some tracks drag me back to Maine. Some drag me into the fog. Some drag me into the parts of my head I don’t talk about unless I’m writing. And some songs hit so hard I feel like I’m remembering a life I didn’t actually live. Music is the only thing that can match the chaos in my head without getting drowned out. It’s the one thing that keeps me steady. It’s the one thing that makes the stories come out clean instead of tangled. Music doesn’t just affect me. It possesses me. And honestly, I let it — because it’s one of the few things that makes the noise inside me survivable. Music doesn’t just affect me — it kidnaps me. It drags me by the hair into whatever universe it feels like throwing me into. And the louder it is, the quieter everything else gets. The voices that tell me I’m nothing? They get smothered under layers of distortion and screaming. They can’t compete with a sonic avalanche. I listen too loud everywhere. Car? Loud enough to rattle the bolts out of the doors. Shower? Loud enough the shampoo vibrates. Headphones? Weak. Earbuds? Pathetic. Party speaker? Coward. Nothing gets loud enough. So I keep turning it up anyway. Because when Yeah Yeah Yeahs — “Y Control” hits, something in my chest snaps awake. It’s like someone kicked the generator in my soul and yelled RUN . When Tegan and Sara — “Dark Come Soon” comes on, the world finally dims enough for me to breathe. Tiger Army — “Valley of Dreams” drowns the autoimmune pain under rhythm and pulse. Choking Victim — “In My Grave” lights a match in my ribcage and tells the darkness to fight back. Rancid — “St. Mary” is every too‑fast drive I’ve ever taken. Bad Brains — “F.V.K.” is adrenaline in audio form. Talking Heads — “Psycho Killer” is the part of my brain that laughs at the chaos, and shakes her butt a little at the sound. Social Distortion — “Far Behind” is grit and memory. something I would rather keep to myself. Bad Religion — “Generator” is the spark that keeps me writing. reminds me that there's more than what you see. Dramarama — “Anything, Anything” is the scream I never let out and the song I sing every time I feel like I could fall in love. then remind myself that love... its not for me. Then there’s The Church — “Reptile” , crawling under my skin like electricity. And Misfits — “Devils Whorehouse” , kicking open the door to the feral part of my brain. But you want chaos? Here’s chaos: Otep — “Special Pets” makes my blood feel like it’s boiling. It’s the one that shuts the internal voices up because they know they can’t compete with that kind of rage. Tool — “The Pot” hits like someone dropped a brick through my skull and rearranged the furniture inside. Mudvayne — “Dig” isn’t a song — it’s a detonation. It’s the moment the world goes white‑hot and I stop feeling anything except the beat. Volbeat — “Still Counting” is the soundtrack of every time I’ve said “I’m fine” while absolutely not being fine. Marilyn Manson — “Kill 4 Me” slinks through my nerves like a threat wrapped in velvet. Chevelle — “Take Out the Gunman” is the pulse that keeps me upright when everything hurts. Incubus — “Nice to Know You” is the moment I slam the door on the past and don’t look back. A Perfect Circle — “Magdalena” turns my brain into a cathedral full of ghosts. Straight Line Stitch — “Conversion” is the part of me that refuses to die, even when everything else is screaming. Wage War — “High Horse” is the moment I stop apologizing for being loud, chaotic, messy, and alive. "Teeth" the song that reminds me exactly where I stand with those in my life. These songs aren’t just tracks — they’re weapons . They’re shields. They’re pressure valves. They’re the only things loud enough to drown out the parts of me that try to drag me under. Music is the only thing that matches the chaos in my head without getting swallowed by it. It’s the one thing that keeps me upright. It’s the one thing that makes the stories come out clean instead of tangled.
By Syl De'Vilabout 12 hours ago in Beat
12 Songs I Discovered on a Burned CD From 2008
Growing up, I never had an iPod, but I had the next best thing: an off-brand Walkman, a desktop computer with Internet access and a stack of blank CDs. With Limewire's help, I could download virtually any song I wanted and listen to it any time without waiting for radio play. Before streaming revolutionized the music industry, I had a CD holder loaded with illegally copied albums, mixtape-style CDs like this one and a few legally acquired records.
By Kaitlin Shanksa day ago in Beat
Chirino:Portrait of the champion of Salsa
Wilfredo Jose Chirino better known as Chirino then Willy Chirino born in Consulacion del Sur,Pinar del Rio Cuba, a proud Guajiro Cubano or in other words a proud Cuban country boy. Willy was the only boy and his siblings three girls. Originally, Willy did not come from a musical family and yet he became legend and icon in Latin Music and music in general. Willy's life and childhood and life in Cuba was happy and calm and perfect. He became an expert horse back rider and he was also artistic with which he won art awards. Unfortunately, that ended when the regime destroyed the island and Willy's parents fearing what the regime was going to do their children sent Willy to America ahead of the rest of his family to America through a Catholic program called "Operation:Pedro Pan" which airlifted 14,000 children out and Willy was one of them. He spent one year before reuniting with his family.
By Revista Miko:XCI 2 days ago in Beat
Prince reigns at the 2007 NFL Superbowl half time shown
To me Prince's 2007 performance at the Super Bowl was the best performance of all time and I say not only because I am a lifelong Prince fan but also because his performance was the best ever and they are still talking about it. His performance was nothing short of supernatural and phenomenal. I don't remember which football teams were playing against each other that year but this Prince was the thing to remember and the only reason why I watched at all just to see Prince kick ass as he had always done and should still be here, May Prince rest in Power and Peace.
By Revista Miko:XCI 3 days ago in Beat
The Hall Of The Mountain King
Introduction Sasha Desideri used Edvard Grieg's "The Hall Of The Mountain King" for her Day Eleven (With Gaps) of 50 Days of Senryu Inspired by Music, and I mentioned how much I loved it as a kid and that it had been covered by the Electric Light Orchestra. In our chat on her piece, which you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Beat
The time I saw the Goo Goo Dolls, Fast Ball, and Sugar Ray in concert
I remember seeing Sugar Ray and Fast Ball together on tour the time that they played the local fair ground. A friend of my mother' s was working backstage in catering I actually had seen members of Sugar ray getting off of the tour bus. Sugar Ray was touring in promotion of their last album along with Fast Ball who are considered one hit wonders but a hit none the less with their song "The Way" which is a song written about an article where the people in the song actually happened in real life for such a happy sounding song the story is truly dark.
By Revista Miko:XCI 3 days ago in Beat
The Bands You Didn’t Come to See . Top Story - September 2026.
“Would you take me in? Are you lonely in the dark?” So far, I’ve been to three concerts this year — Ghost , Bruce Springsteen , and Rush . These artists couldn’t be more different, but their shows shared one thing: none featured an opening act.
By Carl J. Petersen7 days ago in Beat
Some Bob Marley Favourites
Introduction Today (23rd September 2026), I took delivery of a Zippo copy of Bob Marley's first Island album, "Catch A Fire". This is now very difficult to track down unless you are willing to part with a lot of money. Check Discogs here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Beat
New Kids on the Block
The New Kids on the Block were among my first exposure to music at all, a neighbor turned bully and tormenter I had was a NKOTB fan and that is and was the only good thing about her. Just to sidetrack for a minute nowadays anytime I see Perez Hilton I see this perra but that’s neither here nor there. Back to NKOTB I did like them not because useless liked them but because I actually did like them. They did have and still do have good songs such as Please Don’t go girl, Hangin Tough, The Right Stuff, Step by Step these are just a few of their biggest hits that come to mind as well as after their hayday they did put out an album in the mid 90’s with a single called “Dirty Dawg” which is a jam in it’s self. To me New Kids on the Block along with other boy bands like New Edition, Menudo, Boyz II Men were pioneers of the Boy Bands and I guess that you can count The Beatles as the earliest Boy Bands but with them all of the members played their own instruments and sang too.
By Revista Miko:XCI 8 days ago in Beat
Ozzfest return
In a previous article i wrote regarding Ozzfest I wrote about how I don’t think that Ozzfest should return with Ozzy and quite frankly I still don’t. However, I have looked at it from both sides of the aisle as they say and though i stand by my point of view i also see that Ozzfest should carry on and it would be a great way to carry on and honor Ozzy’s name and legacy and also still fly the flag for heavy music and metal as it had always done.
By Revista Miko:XCI 9 days ago in Beat
