Here’s a long-overdue video of me dancing around dressed as a pterosaur.
Over a few weeks, my lovely friend Isha Patel created an amazing project around identity especially in the context of Americans of color. Above is just one of the images (which happens to be yours truly!), definitely take a look at the whole project in her portfolio: https://www.patelisha.com/who-i-am-1/
Below is the EP that another one of my lovely friends just released today. She has a wonderful voice, and the EP contains original songs as well as a couple covers. Give it a listen!
It’s been a good two years since I’ve gone to a concert.
A couple days ago, I was lucky enough to go to a twenty øne piløts show at the Greek Theater in Berkeley. It was an incredible venue, and by a miracle (meaning my friend, Marley) we were able to get right up to the front. I ended up having to get out of the pit eventually, since some of the people around me were getting too rough for me to handle, but the show was honestly just as incredible from farther back as it was right up front.
Here are a few things that went through my mind before, during, and after that evening. Continue reading
Walking to school on that path near the eucalyptus trees in the morning– it’s really something special…
First I’m fine, walking at an even pace down the pavement with music pounding in my ears. I have no second thoughts about how I might be damaging my eardrums because I’m far more concerned with the drumbeat in the background. Maybe I should start thinking about it? Continue reading
I’ve always been enamored with the idea of being able to record and produce music.
I remember that in middle school, I discovered that there was an entire community of rising musicians making their base on YouTube. I’d watch as different artists evolved from recording rough snippets of songs with PhotoBooth on their computers to creating full-length, professional-quality music videos with incredible backing track. Continue reading
There is nothing special about Laurie Lane.
All the little white houses are on one side of the street, all cramped together in a single file with no elbow room. The fences that divide yard from yard are practically nonexistent. The view from one window often looks into a room in the house next door. The poor buildings must not even be able to breathe. Continue reading