Issue 33: Music

Editor’s Note: November 2020

By Amir Bagheri Childhood Melodies For my sixth birthday, my aunt had gifted me with one of those musical mini keyboards. I was scared to accept this gift, to begin with. I knew my father wouldn&#8217…

The Things We Never Say About SARS

An Article By Blessing C. Onyekachi You stand like a statue at the mouth of your thatched-roof hut, gazing at the heaven as black clouds try to cover the serene blue sky. You’re wondering why â€â€¦

Sage… like the relationships I’ve never had

A Poem By Sinenhlanhla MlilowokuNqoba Maphezabantu I am not certain if there is a heaven but When I hear the hymns as they echo, resounding and Bouncing against the trees and the white rocks, I envisi…

Music

A Poem By Nkateko Tshabalala Music is like listening to the testaments of the merchants of promises It is a thread that binds happiness Secrets are locked away in its wailing melancholies To get lost …

Marry the Musician

A Poem By Jayro Viapree Marry the musician. Marry him and all his passion. His creative freedom and all his sins. Don’t take the clashes for granted, he did it to keep you intrigued. Marry the music…

Mixtape: An oDD trail

By Darkpharn No artist comes up twice. The hope during its compilation was to make a playlist that a wide spectrum of people could vibe. And vibe you must. From upbeat songs about the best mums to a m…

Trombones

A Poem By Oluwaseun Olayiwola Outrageous – this deciphering, – or should I say attempt at – of the music of body on body, preface to eruption, like a snake charmer whose mouth is as good as any …

Songs

A Poem By Soetry There are songs that chose which throats to come out of; there are chests curved into streams by meandering names of their children. We are songs written on the breath of our mothers.…

Odd Artist of the Month: Chané Isaacs

In 2011, I made the decision to study a BA degree in Communication Design, and from that point onward my life has been filled with countless moments of creating and simultaneously dismantling my own t…

10 Musical Documentaries to see (before you die, before we all die)

By Shameelah Khan This was a tough one to decide on. There are a plethora of films to see around the topic of music, from films with award-winning scores to the all-time musical hits or even the films…

Devo Records

A Poem By Juleigh Howard-Hobson “Take any eleven albums for a penny (plus shipping and handling). Then take a twelfth one free! If you join Columbia House Record and Tape Club and agree to buy 8 mor…

Tchaikovsky Experience

A Poem By Alun Robert Was taken by Father to see “The Music Lovers” at the Arts Theatre, Cambridge. Richard Chamberlain as Tchaikovsky, Glenda Jackson his wife. They played out the “1812” fina…

Instruments

A Poem By Sinenhlanhla MlilowokuNqoba Maphezabantu The drums, the bass, the piano and the trumpet Keep my heart pumping, When I am overwhelmed by life’s thorny branches, My back too frail to carry t…

Let her letter opener open her open letter

By Qamar Souhaila How do we plot the journey of serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin, oxygen to the heart, and blood to the brain sonically? What does love, hope, fear, sadness and catharsis sound like? This…

Rain

A Poem By Abdul Hadi Haleemah First with the high voice! The master roars in with firmness, Pulsing fears to mother earth, And to the light flying in with a cracked garment. How beautiful is rain? Sub…

Violoncello Lament

A Poem By Alun Robert Stand alone In the congregation Everyone here Just one missing Bless the bow Infuse with resin Breathe deeply Like you’ve never Stretch your fingers One by one Shed a tear Shed…

Dylan’s Voice

A Poem By Kevin McGowan how to put it? vocally equivalent to Humphrey Bogart’s face: craggy, sunken, cigar smoke infused, dram-darkened behind the rain-pebbled glass of another cheap gumshoe office …

Quaaludes and Joy Division

A Poem By Juleigh Howard-Hobson I go under. I’ve slipped beneath. I fall Somewhere deep that wraps itself around all Edges, leaving me weightless in the core Of everything I thought I was or Everyth…

Spotify

A Poem By Al Mcclimens I’m old enough to remember the eight-track cartridge. That carbon dates me, takes me back, like reverse gear in a teenager’s Mini 1275 GT (yes, this is an old song). You wer…

Glissando

A Poem By Al Mcclimens Chopin was the hottest ticket in town when he played the Merchant’s Hall in Glasgow in September 1848. Paris was on fire and anyway, he needed the money. A year later he w…

Gut Feeling

A Poem By Alun Robert Soaked me. Scraped me. Crushed me. Sliced me. Fumed me in a sulphur bleach. Spun me round upon a lathe striking out my sins of youth. Auctioned me to the highest bidder who shipp…