Music: An Impossible Dream Come True

by Fifi Rong

Fifi Rong

Chapter 1: The Death of an Impossible Dream

From the tender age of eight, melancholy wove its stars into the fabric of my life. Deep, existential contemplations about life’s transient nature became my constant companions. My young mind, captivated by these musings, delved into the profound mysteries of existence. In these depths of reflection, I discovered music’s magnetic effects, a revelation that ignited a spark in my soul.

Around the age of ten, I discovered my natural singing ability, dreaming of a life as a music artist. However, this dream faced immense resistance. I grappled with a soul-tormenting dilemma: a burning desire to devote my life to music, contrasted by a deep-seated belief, instilled by those closest to me, that I lacked the talent. Their laughter and doubts, and concerns that I was chasing a delusion, cast long shadows over my aspirations. The belief that “I wasn’t a good enough singer, nor did I look the part,” became an unchallenged conviction for the next decade.

第一章:无望的梦想

我从小就是个感情丰富、爱沉思的孩子。在我幼小的心灵里,我经常沉浸在对生命本质的思考之中。在这些深邃的反思里,我逐渐发现了音乐对我灵魂的强烈吸引力,这成为了唤醒我内心深处火花的启示。

大约在十岁时,我发现自己天生具有唱歌的才能,开始梦想成为一名音乐艺术家。然而,这个梦想遭遇了巨大的阻力。我陷入了一种灵魂深处的挣扎:对音乐的热爱与深植于心的不自信之间的矛盾。周围人的嘲笑和怀疑,以及他们认为我追求的不过是一场幻觉,给我的志向蒙上了阴影。长久以来,我无法挑战内心的那个声音:“我唱的不够好,长得也不够漂亮。”

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Blame It On My Ancestry

by El Valerie

Blame It On My Ancestry by El Valerie
I know I’m supposed to promote myself, but before I do that, let me break down why my latest project is bigger than me.

So. I am born, raised, and artistically based in Queens, New York City, USA. The borough of Queens as a standalone city would be the single most diverse place in the world; something like 200 languages are spoken here. In high school, I knew this girl who spoke English, Spanish, and a specific dialect of her family’s motherland (I forget which specific country it was – sorry mija). And it gets way more diverse than that around here.

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Classic Pop Reborn For A Hip Hop Is Pop World

by Cosmos T’err

Classic Pop Reborn For A Hip Hop Is Pop World by Cosmos T'err
For most of a decade, Carlotta loitered, half-finished, in the fringes of my songbook. Old-fashioned with modern sensibilities, her presence was staunch, her gaze penetrating, yet musically, her identity remained vague.

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