Word: lyrical
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...selections would certainly have deleterious effects on performance if poorly prescribed. Last year, Harvard students downed the strange cocktail of the Wu-Tang Clan, Gavin DeGraw, Joey DeGraw (sigh), and whatever other substances they chose to introduce into their systems that day. Although SANOSON offers therapies comprised generally in lyric-less, original compositions, one can’t help but relate the researchers’ clinical findings to one’s own musical habits. It’s hard to predict, for instance, how a swig of Sara Bareilles will pair with a rip of Ratatat. Whatever the blend...
...entirely surprising to discover, after his death at age 70 in 1982, that for much of his life Cheever was miserable, a petulant, belittling husband; a difficult father; and a severe alcoholic tormented by his secret bisexuality. We learned a lot about this from his journals, 400 pages of lyric abjection published eight years after his death, in which he fears becoming the "lonely boy with no role in life but to peer in at the lighted windows of other people's contentment and vitality." But we get a much fuller and more reliable picture in Blake Bailey's fine...
...debut album, Fortress Round My Heart, Maria opens with the perfect song for her aesthetic. "Oh My God" is basically just a few frantic chords and two repeated phrases--"Find a cure/Find a cure for my life" in the verse and "Oh my God" in the chorus. One lyric is a prayer for control; the other a realization that she has none, and Maria plays the former like someone meditating before a hurricane and the latter like the hurricane itself. She roars from the back of her throat, timing the G in God to the crash of the snare...
...feeling numbingly similar, like fury masquerading as fun. As the album chugs on, it becomes clear that Maria hasn't quite figured out what she'd like to say to the world--"I know I'm always drunk as drunk as can be" is a fairly representative lyric--only the manner in which she wants...
Among the counter-protesters were members of the Harvard Glee Club, who led the group in a rendition of “This Land is Your Land.” The Westboro protesters answered with their own version of the song, which replaced the lyric “This land was made for you and me” with “This land is headed straight to Hell...