Melodic Milestone Playlist
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Voodoo Child. First Place in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
Right now it’s dark. All the instruments are still. The musicians are in bed or crashed out on the floor. I’m in the yard, under the sycamore. In the firelight it seems to flit and heave, waving its arms at the stars like it’s calling down guidance.
By Stuart Orr3 years ago in Beat
Playlist of a 90's Stripper. Second Place in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
In my 20s, I loved clubbing and dancing the night away. A couple of weekends a month, I would get a babysitter for my two young daughters and hit the club scene with my girlfriends. It was a great way to unwind, socialize with old pals, and meet new people. I enjoyed getting a break from my usual mom gear (t-shirts & jeans, or sweats) to swap out for some heels, a sexy new dress, a fresh hairdo, and makeup. Oh, those sure were the days. My friends and I could move on that dance floor which caught much attention.
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Beat
From the Old Days to Tomorrow. Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
My earliest memories of music nearly all take place in the backseat of my family's old minivan. It was pretty much the only place I could listen to music at the time. Sure, I had a CD player at home, but I didn't exactly have CDs to play in it. The radio in our car was where I got to hear all my favorites and any new songs that Radio Disney was playing. I still remember the first time I heard Taylor Swift's "Teardrops On My Guitar" on Radio Disney back in 2006 (maybe 2007, now I'm not so sure). It was in our van, of course, and then the entire week or so after, that song was all Radio Disney would play. I knew it by heart by the third go around.
By Alivia Varvel3 years ago in Beat
Music's charms . Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
I wake up in the silence of an early spring morning and hear white noise humming at different frequencies. The radio turns on. I remember my first clock radio. Programming a device, that avoided winding up the Big Ben alarm clock and listening to the clang, was a revolutionary concept. Local radio stations played repeating sets. They inspired a subconscious education and established local cultural norms.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Full Circle Playlist. Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
Io vorrei… non vorrei… ma se vuoi - Il Mio Canto Libero, 1972, Lucio Battisti I was born in the small ancient town of Orbetello in southern Tuscany, Italy. Growing up next to Etruscan ruins, Spanish and Fascist-era architecture and a beautiful and unique brackish lagoon right by the Tyrrhenian waters of the Mediterranean sea, it’s natural that the first song on this playlist was going to be Italian. Being the singer of the family, my dad tried to introduce me to music several times - I've seen old VHS videos of me banging on pots and pans on the floor while Sugar Fornaciari or Michael Jackson played in the back - but nothing really stuck at first, only a love for making noise and for sound in general. It was actually my mom who introduced me to my very first music crush: Lucio Battisti. If you haven't heard of him, do yourself a favour: hit the link above and let your own ears be the judge. If I had to describe him in one sentence I would say that Battisti is as if Serge Gainsbourg and Joan Baez wento to Italy and gave birth to David Bowie. Which is funny because in an interview, the Thin White Duke himself said that Lucio Battisti was one of his favourite singer songwriters in the world. Bowie even translated to English the lyrics of one of Battisti’s most famous and beloved songs, Io Vorrei… Non Vorrei.. Ma se Vuoi… which Mick Ronson released in his 1974 album Slaughter on 10th Avenue. I should mention that I did not choose this song as the overture for my playlist for that reason alone: I don’t have many favourite songs, or movies, or books for that matter, but I can easily say that this song was one of the first tunes ever to make my mind wander. Still to date, the chorus of this song, lyrics included, is one of the best refrains I've ever heard. As a musician and a singer songwriter myself, I owe a lot to Lucio; people also used to call me Battisti because my puffy curly hair looked just like his when I was younger and because I always carrried a guitar with me wherever I went. I still remember the day my mom came home from work, a day like many others in September 1998, her face sad as if she had lost someone close, when she told me: “He died. Lucio died.” Since then she believes that with their intuition artists can sometimes anticipate things that will take place in the future, and she always quotes the lines from Lucio’s song Ma è un canto brasileiro:
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa3 years ago in Beat
This one is for the Loners . Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
You are the black girl that sits alone during lunch time every day. You don't speak much, and not at all if you're not addressed. You don't know where you fit in, and don't know how you got to that point. Maybe it was easier that way, because it didn't feel like you were trying so hard to be someone you weren't. Along the way you lost yourself. Socially awkward and perplexed with overwhelming anxiety. You sit outside alone at lunch scribbling song lyrics and drawings in your Moleskine sketchbook hoping that time will pass by faster. You silently hope that your life will get better because at that moment, everything is shrouded in hopelessness. In your eyes is sadness, brown orbs begging for help. No one looks your way, so you translate the desperation in your drawings and written words. Your art and writing speak for you
By Esmoore Shurpit5 years ago in Beat
worst memories. Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
INTRODUCTION: AN ULTIMATE PLAYLIST To our worst memories; may they also be our best. That toast, known as “the Watcher’s Toast,” in a fantastical world I often write in, is meant to encourage reflection and peacefulness in one’s memories. Imagine if when you died, you had to relive your worst memory for eternity. That would be hell, wouldn’t it? But if you think about it, memories are always connected, connected by ever long strings which constantly remind us of each other memory. So, if you take the time and reflect and remember how your worst, darkest, most soul-crushing moments eventually forged you into greatness, reliving them wouldn’t be so bad. That’s why this playlist, which I made to listen to on my last drive ever home from college, is titled, “worst memories.”
By Jared W.E.3 years ago in Beat
People Need a Melody. Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift My little brother's head is warm against my shoulder. Why are kids' bodies always burning up? Part of me wants to move but I can tell he's falling asleep and even though I'm only in seventh grade I recognize this is a moment I'd like to last a little longer and that it will never last long enough. The prickle of his short hair against my skin, the way he snuggles into me as he drifts in and out of sleep. I wear a lot of soft long sleeved shirts that are meant to be pajamas but I wear them as regular daytime clothing. My little brother likes that my clothes are soft. My clothes might be the softest thing in his life.
By Robyn Esperanza McMahan3 years ago in Beat
Songs That Make Me Feel Alive Again. Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
Music is a direct line to my soul. Follow the notes into my ears through my brain and down into the very core of me. It fuels me. It is the moving force, the tide of my ocean of emotions. It can open my eyes, soothe my soul, conjure my laughter, conjure my tears.
By Raine Neal5 years ago in Beat
