Beat's recommended playlist for all of your musical needs.
Late Night Vibe Playlist
1. Can You Hear the Rain- Unto Others By the Goth Rock band Unto Others, previously known as Idle Hands, 'Can You Hear the Rain' is the third track on their self-titled EP Unto Others. A mix of European and American metal styles, this band brings a unique style to the mix.
To the Beat: February 2021
Being the Queen is not all about singing, and being a diva is not all about singing. It has much to do with your service to people. And your social contributions to your community and your civic contributions as well. - Aretha Franklin
Cold, Cold Rain (Playlist)
I've spent several years on the radio, sometimes weekly, sometimes periodically, sometimes twice a week. It was often freeform radio, but there were about four years where I was on a slot that played only soul and funk. One of the more enjoyable ways to create music programming for either format would be to arrange the tracks around a theme. I stopped being on the radio when I left for the Pacific Northwest in 2017. I've done some guest spots since then, but mainly I enjoy having my weeks entirely free. I used to spend 20 hours a week preparing for what I'd play on the radio. I miss it sometimes, but I'm glad to have opened up my schedule a bit.
These songs shall play from the clouds. Or at least in my paradise that’s what’s going down. I wish for instrumentals to play in the background of my life at all times. That way I can be alone without feeling the loneliness of it all. For my most meaningful playlist be made for anyone willing to be influenced by the music I am excited to share. Here it is:
I’m sure we’ve all heard the story of Midas. The mythological king with the ability to turn anything he touches into gold. Though Midas may have been a myth, there are living, breathing deities here on Earth with that exact ability—black women.
100 Years of Badass Black Women in Music
Black women have undoubtedly had a substantial and often overlooked impact on music for centuries. Many genres can be traced back to Black roots beginnings only later to gain widespread popularity by white men with money. And even when Black women receive the notoriety they deserve, it often comes with whitewashing by corporate executives to make their music and appearance more 'palatable' to the general population.
In This Day...
Kayla twirled around in her mother’s shoes as she stood in the mirror playing dress-up. This was a typical day for Kayla. She loved to explore and loved to see what she could find just to put on a show for her family every night. “Brown skin girl, your skin just like pearls, the best thing in the world. I’ll never trade you for anybody else singing…” Kayla rummaged through her Mother’s belongings as she sang her own tune to “Brown Skin Girl.” by Beyonce. She picked up old dresses, dusty wigs and even posters. Her curious mind was fascinated by the things she found, so she dug deeper in hopes of pulling out something that would take her mind on a rollercoaster. “Whoa.” Said Kayla while holding up a rectangle shaped cardboard. There were pictures plastered on the front and on the back. Kayla found an opening and reached her little fingers right in and grabbed out a circular shaped object. She held it in the air to try to make sense of what it could be, but nothing clicked in her mind to understand. She carefully got up from the floor as she walked out the room with her mother’s shoes still sliding off her feet. She barged in the living room interrupting her Mother’s and Grandmother’s conversation.
5 Country Songs To Add To Your Travel Playlist
This pandemic sucks. Yup, I said it. Original thought, huh? Nothing has ever made me want to travel more than when the entire world shut down. All of a sudden, the idea of never getting to see Italy, Paris, Japan, Hawaii, etc., became so real. The only method of travel came from books, movies and songs.
Celebrating Inspiring Black Women in the Music Industry
There are countless incredible black female musicians. Whether singing vocals, writing music, or producing it, their talents and energy shine through and make the world a better place. From jazz in the 1920s to modern-day hits, Black women keep inspiring the generations with their soulful art.
If my life were a road trip, Tracy Chapman would be its soundtrack. As a preteen, I listened to “Fast Car” on a cassette of her 1988 self-titled debut album. The lyrics “I want a ticket to anywhere” and “Any place is better” perfectly captured my feelings about growing up in a small, dead-end New Hampshire town. When Tracy sang, “You gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way,” I felt she was speaking directly to me. I started babysitting and squirreling away money at thirteen. At sixteen, I put myself through driving school and bought my own car—a car I used to visit colleges. I eventually did leave my hometown, but not without a fair amount of survivor’s guilt.
We are never getting back together because he was trouble when he walks in. The first day, his smile had me seeing sparks flying. He listens to my troubles, but he uses all my troubles against me. I cried a river every day. At first, we laugh and joked. We planned our lives because he was my biggest blessing. I when to sleep and the next day I woke up so happy. Love is magic but it is also complicated. I also, trust and believe in this person, that they would not break my heart. I wish he would come back and unbreak my heart. He walks out of my life I cried so many nights, why can he undo the curse. How can an angel break my heart? Why I could not catch the falling star. It was supposed to be May 14 of any year. The day I was going to meet him at the altar in my white dress, let’s get married. He became a blank space in my mind and heart and I wrote his name, plus I can not remember his name anymore. It went from love face to a heart attack. It was supposed to be my last time, now I wish we never did it, now we cannot be friends. But, why did I fall so deep in love now is no way we can not be friends. This love is a tragedy, without him there is no this love. I have so much determination and I am not afeared of change, I have yet to find that someone to share my special days with laughter. Now, who can I run to when I need love. The other half of me is staring at the mirror wondering why this is crazy. Why does my heart hurt so much? Some people never find the one let me break it down, we live in a lonely world and love is all we need. Here I am I was his woman I give him everything all me. He was my one love. But, was our love real, or was it love fake love. Was I in love or was I so sick of this fake love? I think something happened to my heart because I was stupid to believe what he said. Again, I am so sorry, but I think it might have been fake love. Who was faking our love? I look back I know I was not faking because my heart hurt so bad. Also, the heart wants what it wants, he had me believing it was my fault, for choose myself. Who gets mad at a person for choosing themselves? Trust me when I say this, I did choose us, he was too busy to see. So, I walk away, now the future I hold is so unclear, the bed is cold so cold. But why does my heart still want what it wants? It a million reasons why I should give him up but again my heart wants who it wants. This is no fairy tail no happy end, but I do not care. Now he got me running in circles, help me please get out of this circle. My heart cannot take it. Rain no me please I am tired of hugging my pillow late at night. I am tired of looking at this woman I become, over I try please rain on me lord please take the pain from me. I think I should burn it all down. Again, over and over I try and over he lies and over I cried. Lord, please take this pain from me. I am tired of the rain but the sun will shine again one day. I will smile once again.
Me, Myself and iTunes
The soundtrack of my life is filled with various playlists. It’s just that I have never considered an Anti-Valentine’s Day playlist—until now. The music that grabs me at the core includes symphonic, Rock&Roll, Jazz, R&B, Gregorian chants, country, soul. Well, you get it: five lines and four spaces with a verbal message or melodic message. You name it, I can like it—eventually.