Did You Know You Missed This?
Richie Dillard, Eddie Patacchiola, Illias Niemi, Kevin McCartney
WBCA Broadcast - aired 3/24/2024
Homesick
Bre Newell, Sierra Rodrigues, Massimo Chinosi, Betsy O'Reilly
WBCA Broadcast - aired 3/24/2024
Queer Music
Liv Curry, Nat Zenit, Kin Blaskis, Ethan Wilson
WBCA Broadcast - aired 3/24/2024
VoxPop - What Were You Recommended But You Didn't End Up Liking
Eddie Patacchiola
with Sophia Dedek, Abby Drake, and Leah Verelli
VoxPop - What Did You Initially Hatewatch But Ended Up Enjoying
Eddie Patacchiola
with Sophia Dedek, Abby Drake, and Leah Verelli
Middle School Mix
Eddie Patacchiola
featuring Scissor Sisters, The Lab Rats, That Handsome Devil, and Mother Mother
Hexdmix
Liv
~20 minutes of bitcrushed HexD genre (Team Mekano, LANGL3YCHAN, $pirit Gurlz, AERO GROS M, Digighouls, TECHNOMANCER, Fax Gang, Mokshadripp, Rural Internet, C4FF31N3, NAÇÃOREBOLATION69)
Madteaparty
Liv
~50 minutes of mycelliar dance music for SIM Eventworks Mad Tea Party, genres include dariacore, dance, rave, jersey club, brazil funk (Benjamim Furtado, camoufly, Horge, marshall4, slut, RipDANCECLUB, kosu, DJ Carmackinho do São Sebas, syzy, pptico, Moore Kismet, ynk, phiome, six impala, tifu, 2040x2040, Arcando, AIKA & Kotori, lileffort, xaev, Curren, d4dd0, steej)
PSA: What is Emo?
Richie Dillard
People forget that time has passed since 1990 and the idea of "emo" has grown into a genre, a subculture, and a stereotype all at the same time. These three variations have overlap, but they are all different in the grand scheme of things. There is no singular, rigid definition of "emo" music and no one has to be burned at the stake for having differing ideas.
peace is a privilege
Richie Dillard
At the heart of the labyrinth is a luscious green field. A still, calming center to the arduous veins that run through the buildings. I look out from the shadows to this shining light. I spend my days in hidden hallways and the isolated paths I must construct. My peers, my superiors, cut across with ease. Self-assured steps engulf gravel and grass, climbing the paths that devastate my feeble form. I envy their independence and how they can bathe in the warmth of the sun. What do I know of this peace? This pleasure? This carefree ignorance? I must meticulously plan every step before I take it. The map of malady I manage in my mind is a mystery to them. Each step to this heart weighs heavy on my fragile frame. It is painfully clear that I do not belong here.
I sit in the courtyard and fix my cane.