Nonfiction

BLOG: Ronald McDonald

The Honda ascended Appalachia, cruising into Morgantown, Pennsylvania — a dense highway town with rush hour traffic, quiet at night. Stomach acid gnawed my mucus lining, signaling that I hadn’t eaten all day. Hungry. And busy, spending the entire day clearing music gear: MIDI controllers, pedals, synthesizers, cords from my storage unit, packaging into cardboard…
BLOG: What is ‘Too Sensitive’?

Thoughts. I told myself I wouldn’t write while stoned and sleep deprived.But I also said I’d portray an accurate representation of myself, so fuck it. No lies.I’ve been told I’m ‘too sensitive’.What is being too sensitive? Too sensitive is using marijuana everyday upon waking since 2014. An assault on the senses, waking up crushed by…
BLOG: Back to Bass-ics, TRUTH, Kursa, The Universal Emotion

Reflections on the anniversary of Bicycle Day and 4/20. Taking a trip through psychedelic bass history, I utilized my tax return, attending three Philadelphia electronic music shows. TRUTH, headlined The Ave on Friday, The Aspire Higher and The Rust (The Submersion Festival team) spotlighted Kursa for a stacked glitch hop lineup, and tackled the underground…
BLOG: Ronny “Longboard” Schwartz

Surfing the boardwalk, my thumbs slapped the shimmering reflection of my iPhone. Scrolling, searching for a song to captivate Ocean City, New Jersey on a sun-scattered, Sunday afternoon. Winds ricocheted against my black Nirvana t-shirt, hoodie around my waste, as I maneuvered through pockets of pedestrians embracing the unusually sunny, March day. The rays peered…
BLOG: John

One final attempt. The paper plate fluttered against moist embers, casting dust and debris into brisk winter winds. I gasped and heaved for ignition – praying for the wet wood to spark. A source to cook my dinner. Nothing. Glancing around the campgrounds, there was no escaping the record rains and flooded waterways engulfing French…
BLOG: Audrey

Slam. A steel door penetrated an uncanny moment of hotel silence, awakening anticipated sleep, and plunging me into the chaos of shared living. Fumbling in the darkness, eyes scanning, I realized nobody entered the room. A fear when living in public spaces. A real fear. One “housekeeping” away. Trust me. An ensemble of slamming steel doors…