My playlists are time capsules. Each one, chronologically sorted, takes me back to a specific moment in my life. Every song brings a flood of emotions and memories—an almost indescribable feeling of nostalgia mixed with deja vu. When I miss a person, place, or time of my life, all I have to do is find that one corresponding playlist and press play.
After years of cryptic teasers, cult-like fandom buildup, and a nearly nonexistent two-day rollout, Carti returns with MUSIC.
The first thing I noticed without my headphones was how dependent I am on the distraction of music. I live in a quaint and homey Mod, and even something as simple as walking to the Walsh laundry room—a one-and-a-half minute journey, at most—always required my AirPods. I grew uncomfortable doing so without them. The walk was shorter than the length of a song, yet I loved the reassurance that I would not have to talk to anyone I ran into.
Kemp Harris, an activist, singer-songwriter, and retired Newton educator, has a deep and colorful history and an even brighter future, making an impact on the city with musical and political commentary. “When he sings a song, I feel like his heart’s in it, and his history’s in it, and his passion’s in it,” Harris’ manager…
Assc. arts editor Jack Weynand argues for the value of albums as a complete listening experience rather than individual songs.
Peace and Christmas have long been inextricably linked. One of the most famous examples of this is the Christmas truce during World War I, in which British and German troops began a ceasefire on Christmas Eve.
Mícheál Ó Súilleabháin, late Professor of Irish Studies at Boston College, was a famed composer, pianist, and scholar of traditional Irish music.
The Rat is a hub of cultural innovation. It’s a hotspot for debriefs, jam sessions, and homework cramming. Whether it is your go-to spot for lunch or just the most convenient place for a bite between classes, everyone knows the Rat.
The necessity of music as an emotional outlet is indisputable in my opinion, but it typically serves as background noise to the ever-moving world around us. Concerts provide a brief interlude from the onslaught of life’s stressors, allowing us to live life in a pure state of awe and uninterrupted emotion.
Almost every day of the week, I wake up with a song in my head. Nothing prompts this phenomenon—it just happens, and it paints a picture of how my day will likely pan out.
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