Now, I don’t know how to write about the spring without writing about the sickness. It’s a tricky and selfish thing.
Read More“Can’t forget that I’m a miracle, it’s true”, he sings, “don’t you forget you’re a miracle too”—and it’s damn near impossible not to believe him.
Read MoreI may come from country people, but I’m not country, I used to tell myself.
Read MoreWe all have our Sad Girl songs—the ones that hit right at the center of our biggest shames, our runny mascara nights, our whispers from the alleyway.
Read MoreI’ve found a catharsis in musicians’ emotional responses to the strife in the world right now, and in their visions of what might spring from the ashes.
Read MoreThe summer of 2016 belongs to “Self Control,” white brick walls, the rumble of the MARTA train—to the warmth and the horror of being alone in a city.
Read MoreFor this languid, near-summer day, a selection of standout songs to ease you into the world of Bengali musical cinema.
Read MoreI have chosen to submit to Half Mystic because it is the only press that has thought to ask what music means to me.
Read MoreIn the space where spring & song intersect, we’re thrilled to share a small playlist the Half Mystic team is spinning as we work to curate Issue VII.
Read MoreTo me, music means breath and expansion. It is unifying and freeing at the same time.
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