Sound pressure

Timmy a college student is writing his English paper gets bored with the assignment and sees his Beats by Dre, the Solo 2. As he goes to put them on and lay in bed he sets an alarm so he can finish his paper then goes to queue Logic's The Incredible True Story album and falls asleep; knowing his last paper must be summited before midnight. Unfortunately, his English paper is not submitted because the music is louder than the alarm. Rosecrans Baldwin, writer of “Throw Away Your Earbuds, Boredom…

When the phonograph first became popular in America, people were finally able to have music at home and other places without it having to be performed live. With "records", people were also able to listen to different types of music. Before the phonograph, people only heard music that was popular or played in their own areas. The spectrum of influence that musicians had became significantly larger once their music could be produced and sent to different areas. Because of the rate technology…

The most challenging duty for a columnist, blogger, or anyone who writes about popular music is appealing to a demographic of musos and die-hard admirers. It’s one thing to venture off into the skeptical world of music aficionados alone, granted that you’ve taken a class or two on how to speak their technical language, but it's another thing to venture off without being able to communicate why an artist’s musical choices are, in fact, artistic. Take, for example, Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp A…

it be the drums, guitar, or piano, there is usually some form of sound constantly flowing into everyone’s ear drums. Once I decided on playing the alto saxophone, everyone was just as enthusiastic about it as I was, which only help spur my eagerness to practice more passionately while enjoying this new gift and talent that I was slowly understanding. There are many great perks to playing the sax. The aesthetics of its crisp clear sound, and its complicated, but smooth flowing body, are sometimes…

___________________________________________________________________ Low vs. high sound waves 2nd Hypothesis: We believe that a low-frequency wave has a longer wavelength than a high-frequency wave.…

The sound of glass crunching under my boot echoed across the ruined city. Noise used to be comforting, now I despise it. Especially now. Not now, I can’t be found. I need to get the drop if needed, the crate is important. Walking down the street I hear multiple pairs of footsteps. No, they can’t find me. I sling my M4A1 over my shoulder and run into a building across the street. I ram through the door, knocking it off it’s hinges. It crashes to the ground with a bang, rubble crunching under it.…

Black. One of the three words that came to Essie’s mind as her eyes fluttered open and she squinted into the gloom of darkness around her. Mildew, was the second. She took deep breaths of the foul smell, confusion and panic began to settle in her gut as she couldn’t recall where she was currently or where she was previously. Cold, was the last word that crossed her mind as she felt around the black fringed shadows surrounding her. Her breaths came out heavy and harsh, she could feel a thin…

and banging cupboards had become a white noise that helped lul Jungkook into a deep sleep. Which is why he felt uneasy one fateful night when a silence fell over the apartment. There wasn't the usual slam of the door or the presence of footsteps. No sound of silverware on plates or voices deep in conversation. There was nothing. It was as if time had frozen all around him as he lay there in bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling. He turned onto his side, mattress squeaking under…

Akira’s P.O.V. Currently, Amaya and I were hiding in Kagura’s closet, in her room, which was located in her house… Which we technically broke into, well snuck into. Amaya was rustling too much, causing her to elbow my side. “Watch it.” I whispered, doing my best to conceal the pain in my voice. It was the end of the month, so Kimi had been with us for around two weeks and her transferring into the school was basically old news and it felt like she had been with us since forever by how well she…

Sheer Pain She is here, but she is not. She use to wake up every morning with a smile on her face and her big blue eyes would open wider than I have ever seen someone open their eyes. I remember when I was younger I would stay the night at her house quite often. She was always the first to wake me up, and she would have already prepared the biggest and most delicious breakfast a person could ask for. We would always play board games for hours upon hours and then go pick the fruits and veggies…