Bedroom Pop


Since the moment I discovered Bandcamp, bedroom pop has been one of my favorite genres. The twangy guitar, light synths, and intimate vocals that were probably recorded in a bathroom (although bedroom certainly sounds more appealing) with a Windows 98 microphone—it's pretty much everything that a mainstream artist tries to stay away from. However, the new wave of "indie" musicians have embraced these flaws, and the result is nothing short of wonderful.

Florist is a band that creates music that I can only begin to describe as musical poetry. Though it isn't quite spoken word (although some songs like "Thank You" off of The Birds Outside Sang do provide that sort of vibe), they manage to create noises like all of your favorite words. Florist creates a sound so modest and soft that every song feels like a bed after a long day.

Albums like If Blue Could Be Happiness move with perfect ease, transitioning from one song to another with silences that feel like breaths or blinks of the eye; the flow is uninterrupted and not a second on the 36-minute album is wasted. I cannot sleep with noise, but If Blue Could Be Happiness is a rare exception. The combination of the muted drums and every other feature on "The Fear of Losing This" give this album a jazzy sound. I can't help but think of the 2007 song "Boats & Birds" by Gregory and the Hawk when I listen to it.

Florist's lyrics on this album try to find the beauty in everything. As the song "Glowing Brightly" asks, "Is there anything more beautiful than afternoon?". Colors are used to describe everything from light to happiness, but after listening to this album, every color can be tied to a common attribute; they are all important and beautiful.


Typically, when I listen to artists or albums long enough, I eventually look back and think of how things were when I first heard them. However, even after listening to Florist for an immense amount of time, they still evoke the same emotions and thoughts for me: an overwhelming sense of comfort and softness from noise.


Florist makes you nostalgic for the past, present, and future all at once: "The people I've yet to meet, and the memories I keep."

By Michael Jones

A Halloween Playlist


"Cannibal Queen" by Miniature Tigers
"Grimly Fiendish" by The Damned
"The Killing Moon" by Echo & the Bunnymen
"Dead Man's Party" by Oingo Boingo
"Halloween" by Sonic Youth
"Pet Sematary" by Ramones
"Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)" by David Bowie
"Bela Lugosi's Dead" by Bauhaus
"Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads
"Spellbound" by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Listen here!


By Marina Shapiro

Senior


By Keta Tugushi

An Extrovert with Anxiety

Image by Amber Griffin


Recommendation: Listen to “Anziety” by Logic while reading.

Anxiety: a feeling everyone has at least once in their lives. There are, however, those who experience such nerves more intensely; it takes over their entire lives.

Imagine not being able to leave your house because you are worried about going somewhere without a familiar face. It’s the constant longing to be something you’re not. It’s the constant fidgeting of your body, the result of being nervous or on the verge of a panic attack. Take these feelings and combine them with extroversion. The two seem like complete opposites, right? An anxious extrovert sounds like a recipe for disaster. But for me, it’s reality. I’m an extrovert with anxiety.

I am an extremely loud, outgoing, social person. I do every activity imaginable in my community, whether it is in or out of school. I’m friends with everyone in my school, people in surrounding towns, and others who are spread out across the world. I have no problem acting like a fool with my best friends, and I always seem to be the most eccentric individual in a group. Yet, when it comes to going somewhere alone or new, something changes. There have been so many instances in which I’ve talked myself out of going somewhere simply because I had a fear of going alone or being by myself. I love my friends, but I’m always afraid of embarrassing them or being a burden to them. I like being in control of my surroundings, but anxiety keeps me from that.

Anxiety makes you the center of attention whether you want it or not. After three hours of convincing myself to leave the house (and an equally incessant amount of time figuring out what to wear), I often prefer to stay home. I fear being over or underdressed—there is no in between. I crave attention but feel stressed when I receive it. My anxiety makes me feel as though I am annoying in all the worst ways. I avoid saying I have anxiety, too; I assume people will think I’m exaggerating or looking for attention. Anxiety is not something to joke about, either. There’s nothing glamorous about sitting at home, crying in your room because you’re too nervous or having a panic attack in public because something triggered you. My best coping method is music. I can turn on any song and just get lost in it, the melodies melting away my struggles.  In the words of Logic, a rapper who openly makes music about his struggles with anxiety and mental illness as a whole, “We will remember despite the attacks and constant feeling of our mind and body being on the edge that we are alive.” Logic is a musician helping to change the stigma around mental illnesses. His music has helped many overcome their struggles, including myself. Celebrities like Logic are important in today’s modern society; they’re helping the world see the reality of mental illness. My anxiety doesn’t define me, and even though I barely show it, it has ways of controlling me. I won’t let this hold me back, though—I will find ways to overcome the feelings I have.  


By Bridget Fitzpatrick

Going Mad?


My heart is like a hummingbird trapped inside a cage, 
I take deep breaths and close my eyes, but 
I can still listen to its wings flutter furiously around.
I can hear them rattle against my ribcage 
and drown out any other sound. 

Poem by Andrea Lainez 
Art by Laura Oyuela

Little Devils


Kids in masks don't scare me,
Paper coverings don't hide.


The little devils inside.




Lights flash bright,
And reveal the covered art




Blood red like a beating heart.





Lying behind sneers of gloss and rouge.



This series started with an idea. Crimson red and horns, as cliche as it may seem, came to me in a flurry along with the desire to shoot at night. Out of card stock and borrowed paint, I made paper masks and out of lovely friends, I made little devils.


By Sophie Sebastiani

SPREE (2015)


"Seeking fulfillment, a young drifter forgoes isolation to embark on a year-long murder spree."

This is our first feature film, Spree, that we shot back in 2014/2015 when we were about 17. We set out with the goal to make a full-length movie before everyone left for college, and we wanted it to be contained and deliberate and to hopefully portray the inner workings of a psychopath realistically through tone. From the start, we wanted to do something intentionally divisive—to make somewhat of a renegade film that would oppose the expectations of what young aspiring filmmakers would be making. We shot sporadically during the weekends over the span of a full year and, looking back, it sort of feels like a time capsule of who we were creatively during high school.

Watch it here.


By Henry Chastain