High Pitch: Summer Sabbatical

Steamy winds recede from the subway grates and a chill is felt anew; summer sings its swan song. Daylight declines as we approach another equinox, but we hold tight to the hits that carried us through the dog days.

By Laura Gardiner

Steamy winds recede from the subway grates and a chill is felt anew; summer sings its swan song. Daylight declines as we approach another equinox, but we hold tight to the hits that carried us through the dog days.

High-Pitch: New Year, Same Us

Stories and song intertwine to give us glimpses of the future and pieces of the past, all while maintaining their place in the present. We abuse the New Year as a ritual to cleanse our bodies and souls, but what of the pain and heartache, the love and light that remain? We must remember to serenade the past as we chant to the futureand anywaystime is a flat circle, who cares?