I’ve heard of Dave Weckl once during my High School year while I was doing Jazz Band. My old jazz teacher, Mr. Harmon, introduced two different drummers that he really enjoyed. The first was Neil Peart from the band Rush (a band I also listen to for the bassist Geddy Lee), and the second, Dave Weckl. The first song I heard from Weckl was from “Island Magic,” featuring Chick Corea from his first album, Master Plan . The moment I heard this song, it reminded me of Sonic the Hed

She receives them with a warm smile, making them feel light as the fireflies that rise in her November moonlighted sky. And as more arrive, she lets them all into her large but warm and cozy abode, filled with romantic light that always flows. Romantic light that sometimes likes to make it all the way out of the windows to complement and dance with the night, who gladly gives into his delight. November— no one can forget her, with her sleepy, aged caramel eyes that always see

When you go to a vet clinic, you are paying for the expertise of these medical professionals, no different from seeing a doctor who studies the human body. Clients subconsciously downplay the professional advice they are receiving and complain that vet care is so expensive because they do not view it as real medicine. Vet clinics  are  a business, and they must charge what is necessary to make a profit to stay in business and continue to do their job of helping animals. Often

Filling my lungs in preparation to exhale Tanner Wareham’s “Bitterman,” I tried to steady the restlessness inside me. We were going to be late. I despise being late. To arrive even on time feels perilously close to failure. The traffic ahead was Gothic in its own right—a slow, mechanical dirge, like a funeral. I pressed the clutch, lifted my right foot off the brake, pressed the accelerator, and lifted my foot off the clutch. The car would be momentarily lifeless if my t

Passing the familiar countryside, with grapevines aligned in unison, becomes a blur of green as I drive. I can’t help but chuckle to myself for ever returning to this valley. It's been years since I left this place to go into the big city, working my dream job designing for the elite. Leaving was the only chance to experience the world beyond the grapevine. My younger self yearned for an opportunity to be something, watching businesswomen on TV wearing beautiful clothes, maki

We are living in scary times, and it feels like each day has new horrors to inflict. Tragedies and threats to liberties are non-stop; it can all feel so hopeless. Which is exactly what those who threaten our rights and environment want; they want us to resign ourselves to our fate and wither away. If we are hopeless, we won’t fight back. If we don’t push back, they’ll take all.   The cynicism that is becoming common among people is a temporary balm to the near constant w

When Henry Ford released the Model T automobile to the world in 1908, it was initially met with hesitancy by consumers. Seen as a temporary fad that would ultimately never replace more traditional forms of travel (horses, trains, feet), this vehicle struggled to take a foothold in early-20th-century life. This changed in part when the Ford company pushed an advertising campaign introducing the Model T as a tool for connecting isolated rural families, who could reach each othe

Although the purpose of Thanksgiving is to reflect on and be thankful for the positives and the privileges one experiences in life, many people associate Thanksgiving with a time where one’s gluttony can overtake oneself in a socially-acceptable manner, stuffing one’s face with as much food as possible, having to unbutton one’s jeans to accommodate the new circumference, and then passing out in a food coma. Consequently, in this third issue of Delectable Discourse , where I a

On the evening of Saturday, 12 September 2025, I read an article in The Atlantic magazine that profoundly annoyed me. The article’s title...

When Irish and Scottish immigrants crossed the Atlantic and arrived in the United States in the nineteenth century, they brought these...

As the spooky season approaches and people start watching more horror movies, it can be ridiculous to see how avoidable on-screen horrific circumstances can be. Consequently, in this second issue of Delectable Discourse, where I ask college students a scrumptious new question each month, I asked, “ What horror movie do you think you could survive and how?” “I don’t watch horror movies. What’s like a popular horror movie? I could survive Silence of the Lambs . I could definite

In the 1988 novel Black Ambrosia,  Elizabeth Engstrom tells a very unique and disturbingly tragic vampire story. Angelina Watson is a...

Last month, I wrote about a jazz musician named Roy Hargrove who became a well-known figure in Jazz. I really enjoyed writing and...

Valeria is someone well aware of her desires, leading me to believe what I already knew: she was going to leave, and everything was going...

Why do people like pumpkin spice? What does it remind you of? What are YOUR favorite Pumpkin Spice treats? Hannah K: “People like pumpkin...

The adrenaline rush, maybe? I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Horror is a big business. Of course, fear isn’t everyone’s cup of tea or...