The Rhi-Post – Edition 3

A Letter From The Editor, Rhian

At long last the Rhi-Post returns for Edition # 3.
Thank you to all the contributors, readers and supporters.
We endeavor to return to a more frequent publication, please enjoy this
edition!

In this Issue:

A Rebel Without A Pause
by Butch Rosser, DJBrotherDarkness
s1s5: Girl Talk, About The Passion

“The best ideas are common property.”
–Seneca

“I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like.”
–Marshall Mathers

I’m halfway to slumped over in a chair, and I literally have no idea what’s possessing me after what I’ve seen and done tonight to keep me upright and conscious to spit this out in the dark of the night other than the fact I’m a vampire. All I know is what it feels like:

like some celestial bully took my ribcage and shook it upside down for lunch money, a process that started some 7 hours ago and shows no signs of abating
like John Cena slammed a chair full-speed between my shoulderblades when my back was turned in front of 15,000 strong at a Monday Night Raw
like my eyes don’t have an X and Y axis but’re rather marbles being fiddled by a nervous suspect in a precinct
like my jaw will never hinge again
like every single part of my legs from the Calvin Kleins down is hanging on by mere strings and no longer full tendons
like a goat headbutted me in my right ankle

There’s so much to remember. So much.

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Photo: by Uncast
Rockstar

Meet Sunshineblonde

by Sunshineblonde

I was asked months ago to be part of the Rhi-Post and I was so excited about it. I had planned on whipping out a quick piece to contribute to the first edition. However, for the first time in my life, I had writers block! For anyone who knows me knows that I always
have something to say and have a hard time staying quiet! It was so strange to feel like I had nothing to say. I think about it now and wonder if it was stress induced writers block caused by my job? I will never know for sure. I first thought about writing a column
dealing with things in the medical field, since that is what I do. I have extensive medical knowledge and thought about doing some sort of Q & A. I decided to scrap that idea.
BORING!

One thing I would like to do is give you a brief run down on my life.

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Photo: by Uncast
The Bay, uncast’s work view

Heartagrams
 by Andrea Costanzo AKA The Junkenstien

The Break-Up and The Lovers Re-United

My love relationship with music, my lover and partner, during the best and worst years of my life,
was, recently, put to the test.

So many bands creating mediocrity where they once weaved simple patterns of pure emotion that
(like only music can do) spoke to my soul, without the need of any language, that wasn’t notes and vibes.

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Photo: by Uncast

French Fry Man

Dance Like EVERYONE is Watching
By Rhian
My mother always says I was dancing before I was walking. Hell, she says I was dancing in womb. All I wanted to do was dance, music was all over the house, it was such a gift to appreciate all kinds of music, very young.

I started my first dance classes, tap, jazz, and baton. The tap recital piece was to ‘Short People’, our costumes were little white pants, suit jacket and top hat. One of the girls never closed her top buttons. I thought she was a slut. I was 5. My mom asked me if I wanted to take other things for a session as she was a dancer too and not wanting to push me into her direction. I was horrible at skating and my father fashioned a crash pad for my wee butt. I took gymnastics, which I liked, but still I just wanted to dance.

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Heartagrams

 by Andrea Costanzo AKA The Junkenstien

The Break-Up and The Lovers Re-United

My love relationship with music, my lover and partner, during the best and worst years of my life,
was, recently, put to the test.

So many bands creating mediocrity where they once weaved simple patterns of pure emotion that
(like only music can do) spoke to my soul, without the need of any language, that wasn’t notes and vibes.

Now many times, the wizards turned into plastic sellers of tunes that give no emotions, and only fill my ears to be forgotten in an instant.

I remember the days where i waited for an album to come out, recording on a VHS tape the video
of a new single, sometimes even just a short bit of it. And how then i replayed the video until the
tape was on the verge of snappin’. But those moments filled me with joy.

I remember saving money to buy said long waited cd, and the sometimes being disappointed but
forcing myself into appreciating what i heard, cause it cost hard earned money.

Then with the digital era, things became more chaotic. You could get the great albums even before the release but still that made you jaded. And the music started getting mediocre., it was a fault in both directions. I got music too easily, but even buying it on itunes in a faster way, just made me notice how soulless it had got.

Radiohead, Dredg, Metallica, Pearl Jam, Megadeth, Soundgarden. They were playing music made to be sold at high price and instantly forgotten. No memorable anthems that i would sing at night while driving, me, the roads and a loud stereo.

My lover had become cold and boring.

So i discovered the side of her a few know. Bands that have no contract, that play music that is
underground, uncovered,m ignored. Bands that go to the roots of music, playing blues, soul, rock
and everything else because they have it inside their heart. Hard to find, a constant discovery.
Exploring sites devoted to those bands, downloading their stuff for a small donation, cause all they want is to be heard and not famous. Going to shows in tiny clubs where the ticket is affordable and you can even meet the musicians.

The love story thrives on this and its reborn. Music is still my lady and she’s always with me.
Doesn’t disappoint me anymore. You just gotta know where to find her hot spots.

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