Rock music

ensemble is indeed one of the best synonyms of multiculturalism and living and playing proof that it can harmonically work. They represent a project composed by musicians coming from all over the world, playing music styles rooted in traditions far from each other, and brilliantly showing how music can act as a cultural mediator. Even if the soul of the band is blatantly Swedish (the project is…

Eight marching drums menacingly stand surrounded by the dim light of flickering fluorescent bulbs dangling above. The new recruits enter the room and slowly walk to their respective drum—their new homes for the next hours. All members stand with wide eyes and unstable posture. They nervously wait for the tech’s commands. The room encompassed in a seemingly endless silence. The tech sounded off and the new drumline members stepped off in perfect time and began the never ending, never moving…

shaking like a jackhammer in use. My makeup was like a slippery, wet pool on my face from all the sweat I was producing. As the team finally took the floor, My stomach was filled with 10,000 tiny butterflies. I got set in my formation, when I heard the music start playing. My thoughts flow through my head like a mile a minute saying, “remember go on 2, smile but not too cheesy, Oh too late.” I finally finish giving the performance of my life. Running off the floor, I go straight to the back…

Adrenaline rushes through his body, his heart begins to beat faster and faster, and his palms start to sweat. Everything he's prepared for is all coming down to this one night. He runs on stage with everything in place. The crowd starts to cheer, and the spotlights are all on him. “It's time to kill it,” he exclaims, and the show begins! So you might be wondering who is this mysterious man on stage was, well I'll tell you. This man is none other than Bo Burnham himself, and he’s an American…

It was very early in the morning when I start hearing yelling almost screeching words that came from just outside the front door. My father rushed to the door knowing the if he was not there soon whoever was not outside would not hesitate to break down the door. As my father opened the door the Nazi officer did not hesitate to to welcome himself in. The officer talked of having us move somewhere else but wouldn't be more specific than that. He only gave us half an hour to get ready to leave…

Detective Perez, Detective Elkin, and Detective Ma arrived at the crime scene at 1:22 A.M. after Fannin, a prominent racketeer in Ernie’s lunchroom, was shot and killed by a presently unknown assailant. The three detectives rushed in a few minutes after the gunshot was heard. We found a handprint on the wall and the floor was newly mopped and there were footprints in the shallow pools of water. We discovered that there were four people eating at the bar and we suspect that three of the four…

Lil Dicky dove headfirst into creating more music. His videos on YouTube quickly gained tens of millions of views.…

Fitzsimmons Helpless Running down the street, I held back a sob. I wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception. I kept on running until I got to a dark alley where I thought it was safe and no one would find me. Stopping is something I hate to do because silence makes me think about what had happened. Those men took my family away and I might never be able to see them again. I heard a sound and I ducked behind the enormous gray dumpster. They were coming, but I wasn’t going to make it…

In his article, Baker argues that music is not written about civil right movement or wars, it is also about environmental issues, such as climate change. The author addresses 10 the best protest songs which deals with climate change issue. First, The Shadows is an emotionally poignant song which highlights the sad reality of what will inevitably happen if the current situation goes unchecked. Save Our Planet Earth highlights how our actions will impact future generations, so people have to…

The car moved down the empty riverbed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with the empty sidewalks and no sound and no motion all the rest of chilly November night. Mr. Mead saw all the country houses past and he wondered where the cop was going to take him. Mr. Mead asked the cop “where we were going” The cop mumbled “to the desert haha” Mr. Mead couldn’t hear him because the muffler of the car was too loud. Mr. Mead asked “Could you repeat that?” The cop shouted at the top of…