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| Birds of a feather gather no moss. |
| -Grandma Sally
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Dear Readers,
I drink my coffee black. No sugar. More or less as boring and bitter
as you can get. Really, though, in the world of coffee, this choice has nothing but benefits.
The people at Dunkin Donuts love me because my order is so easy to fill. I'm perfectly content with my
cup even at events, when the cream is powder and 12-year-olds have stolen the sugar. Best of all: no one tries to
drink my coffee.
After my morning coffee, however, I get a little more adventuresome. Perhaps I crave it after such
deprivation. My ensuing day is nothing if it doesn't have flavor, sweet richness, and a spoon
sticking out of it, asking to be further stirred. Boring is unnacceptable. Bitter is unthinkable.
Now consider the fact that I inherited most things psychological from my
mother. It logically follows that this particular psychology has been passed
to my baby, The Writ. We can further assume that The Writ has had its morning
coffee, and is now, as we speak, preparing to shake things up.
Things are about to get tasty.
Check out the new ingredient: a Writ
Challenge. Take a whiff of some talent: Bethany's
painting hangs strongly at the top of this page.
Dance your tastebuds along our "Contents" list for
some of the most amazing flavor you've experienced.
And don't forget the whipped cream, as Adam Ward
shows us all how sweet life can be.
But wait, there's more. And it will be here spoon... I mean soon.
Cheers, Sarah Dopp
Editor-in-Chief
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Adam Ward
Leads with language
by Michelle Filgate
His voice fills the living room with a soothing intensity that makes my usual
scattered thoughts come into a quick focus, as though his singing becomes
binoculars into the recesses of the moment. Adam Ward stands next to a
guitar-shaped lamp, his black hair slicked back into a ponytail, his facial
expressions showing that he is riding on a musical high as he plays his guitar
and sings the lyrics he wrote himself. We have just driven over from Cafe on
the Corner in Dover after an interview so he can play some songs for me. I'm
instantly caught up in the way he moves to his music, the way his body and
voice and movements form a poetry that is so unique to talented musicians. And
talented he certainly is.
It's no wonder. He comes from a musical family. Adam's father, David Ward,
sings harmony on his CD with him, and played in a bluegrass band while Adam was
growing up.
In addition to being a full-time senior psychology major at UNH, Adam finds
time to be extremely involved in the local arts scene. His self-titled CD was
released in 2003 and he has played at many local venues in the area, including
Cafe on the Corner and at UNH. The New Hampshire Artist's Circle, formed last
year, is a group he regularly participates in and works with to collaborate
creatively on to bring local musicians and writers and visual artists together
and give them a voice on campus.
He started writing his own songs in tenth grade and got more serious about it
in the last couple of years. As a child he was entranced by the possibilities
of seeing the world that music offered him.
"I sang along happily, mimicking the tone of the horn as I spun faster and
faster. My heel always hit the floor as the downbeat of each pulse of sound
was generated and transmitted. Controlled only by the beat, and wishing to run
and twist faster, I was forced to run twice as fast, now taking eight steps per
measure. Never, ever, could I run out of time. I could not break the rhythm,
I could not breach contract with beat. I was hypnotized by all the wonder of
art in motion and sound. The object, the phonograph, the lyrics, the rhythm,
and the ceiling and my mind and soul all blended into one perfect entity. I
tranced out into total complete elation." (From "Orbital Bliss", an essay he
wrote)
Right after high school he became part of a cast of 150 people from all over
the world that was a musical road show. The tour lasted for eleven months and
covered the U.S., Canada, and Europe. Adam said that it was on this tour that
he realized how much he loved playing music for people and traveling. This
enthusiasm he has for the wonders of interaction is evident in the lyrics to
one of his newest songs not on his CD, "Through the Same Things":
Read more...
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About the artist...
Bethany Murabito was born into a complicated existance
to a Polish housewife and an Italian tax collector.
She is a Junior English major and a Woman Studies
minor at the University of New Hampshire. Her art,
called "Trash Art," is "turning trash into cardboard
stimulation." Her inspirations include Jean-Michel
Basquiat, Andy Warhol, and Julie Verhoeven, along
with The Rapture, the Velvet Underground, and Sonic
Youth.
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Sarah Dopp
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Jeremiah Gould
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Jeremiah Gould
Tim Greenlaw
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Nicholas Sabin
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