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My Love Letter to 2000s Network Television

by @arianna_mitchell

As I sit in my cramped apartment, surrounded by the unbridled chaos of unpaid bills, constantly checking my phone to see if “Julia,” the latest messy situation I’ve gotten myself into, has answered any of my embarrassingly numerous consecutive texts, I find myself yearning for an escape. But rather than confront these absolutely terrifying facts of life head-on, I’ve discovered a foolproof method of avoidance: rewatching my favorite early 2000s TV shows.

In times of stress and uncertainty (how badly would you beat me up if I still called these times “unprecedented”?), there’s something incredibly therapeutic about immersing yourself in the familiar comfort of old TV shows. It’s like slipping into your favorite worn-out sweatshirt that you stole from your ex whose last name you’re not actually sure you remember and feeling instantly at ease. These shows, with their dated fashion trends, now-vintage pop culture references, and occasional sprinkles of racism and misogyny that makes your skill crawl, provide a much-needed escape from the pressures of modern life.

But it’s not just about escapism. Rewatching these early 2000s gems is a form of self-care, a way to reconnect with a simpler time and a more carefree version of ourselves. And dude, if you do it right, it’s so much cheaper than therapy. I mean still go to therapy. But if you play your cards right, you can watch damn near 10,000 hours of television for nearly nothing. I’m still using my roommate’s Disney+ account and I haven’t lived with them for almost two years. But it’s okay because they’re on my Hulu (well actually my parents’ Hulu but you get the idea). As we follow the trials and tribulations of our favorite characters, we find solace in their struggles and triumphs. We’re reminded that, no matter how overwhelming life may seem, we’ve overcome challenges before and will continue to do so.

In a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable, these shows offer a sense of stability and familiarity. We know every plot twist, every punchline, and every heartfelt moment. I am so tried of surprises, you have no idea. Well of course you do. You’re a human being living in this god awful year 202_. There’s a certain comfort in that predictability, in knowing that, no matter what happens in our own lives, these characters will always be there, frozen in time, ready to welcome us back with open arms. Sure, sometimes they might be poorly written, poorly filmed, and poorly acted, but I’ll be damned if they aren’t the one constant in my life. And let’s be real, sometimes it’s just nice to watch gorgeous people whose lives are even more of a shit show than your own. Sure, I may be drowning in student loan debt that I haven’t paid in seven months (seriously…is the government going to say anything about that or am I like…good?) and questioning every life choice I’ve ever made, but at least I’m not Marissa Cooper, who seems to attract drama like shit attracts paperclips, or whatever the expression is.

So, as I navigate the stresses of being an actual independent human being out in the world– the impending sense of doom that comes with each new political headline that I try to ignore, the constant pressure from every single direction to have it all figured out, and the nagging feeling that everyone else is more successful than me (seriously, do you guys have like 40 hours in the day, what the hell is going on?) – I find solace in the healing power of nostalgia television. And with that, I press play on another episode of Gilmore Girls, ready to lose myself in the fast-talking, coffee-fueled world of Stars Hollow. Because sometimes, the best therapy is the kind that comes with a side of pop culture references and a heaping dose of early 2000s fashion. And did I mention it’s free? (If you steal it)

So here are some recommendations if you’re unsure of what to (re)watch.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Slaying My Real-Life Demons

When the weight of the navigating the post(?)-pandemic dating scene gets to be too much (and let’s be real, it was pretty terrible long before the world broke), I turn to the ultimate demon-slaying hero, Buffy Summers. As I watch her navigate the perils of high school cliques, teenage romance, and the occasional apocalypse, my own problems seem to fade into the background. Sure, I may be casually drowning in capitalist sludge but at least I’m not tasked with saving the world from literal demons and vampires. And can you believe she did it while wearing low-rise jeans? I swear to God if those actually make a comeback, you will be hearing from the lawyer that I definitely have.

There’s something oddly comforting about watching Buffy and her friends face the end of the world on a weekly basis. It puts things into perspective, you know? Like, sure, I may have paid my rent late four months in a row. It’s not because I didn’t have the money, I literally just forgot. Sorry, Jeff, I just don’t think about you that way. But hey, at least I’m not having to sacrifice my love life for the greater good of humanity. And yeah, I went on three tinder dates this month just because I didn’t feel like cooking and wanted a free meal (but I didn’t sleep with them so it’s not sex work and even if it was, there’s not a damn thing wrong with that, you fascist), but at least I’m not having to balance homework with slaying vampires and preventing the apocalypse.

Buffy’s world may be filled with darkness and danger, but there’s a certain comfort in knowing that no matter how bleak things seem, she and her friends will always find a way to save the day. And if Buffy can do it while rocking some seriously questionable ’90s fashion choices (my lawyer is on standby, kids), then surely I can find a way to navigate the challenges of adulthood without completely losing my mind (though I make no promises when it comes to the questionable fashion choices).

Gilmore Girls: A Caffeinated Escape

Picture this: it’s 2 AM, and I’m elbow-deep in a pint of over-priced, freezer burnt Ben & Jerry’s that I bought from the bodega, scrutinizing how I managed to screw up yet another potential relationship. Enter Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, the fast-talking, coffee-chugging duo who make even the most stressful situations seem manageable with their quick wit and obscure references. They are not perfect, they are not always helpful, they are definitely not real, but they are always there to talk me through a difficult situation. As I watch them navigate the ups and downs of life in Stars Hollow, I can’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me. Sure, my problems may not involve a love triangle with a diner owner and a coffee shop entrepreneur, but the Gilmores remind me that no matter how much life (or love) throws at you, there’s always room for a good laugh and a cup (or seven) of coffee.

Screw it. Speaking of love, let’s talk about my latest romantic endeavor, shall we? Enter “Julia,” the girl who I’ve been texting on and off for the past three weeks, analyzing every emoji and exclamation point like it’s the goddamn Da Vinci Code. I know, I know, I’m bordering on being about as clingy as Kirk when he’s trying to win over Lulu, but what can I say? I’m a sucker for a girl with big brown eyes who laughs at my jokes and shares my love of obscure ’90s bands (even if she thinks Hootie and the Blowfish is obscure, bless her heart).

But here’s the thing: watching Lorelai and Rory navigate their own romantic ups and downs reminds me that I’m not alone in my struggles. Lorelai may have a thing for emotionally unavailable men (looking at you, Christopher), and Rory may have a habit of falling for guys who are all wrong for her (ahem, Logan), but they never let their relationship drama define them (looking at you, girl avoiding eye contact in the mirror). They pick themselves up, dust themselves off, and move on to the next adventure, whether it’s opening a new inn or running for student body president.

So, when I find myself obsessing over whether or not to double-triple-quadruple-text Julia (because apparently, I’ve regressed to my teenage self), I channel my inner Lorelai and remind myself that there’s more to life than waiting for a text back. I’ve got dreams to chase, coffee to drink, and a whole world of pop culture references to explore. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll find my own Luke Danes, a partner who appreciates my quirks and keeps me grounded (and caffeinated). But until then, I’ve got the Gilmore girls to keep me company, and honestly, I couldn’t ask for better role models.

Where’s My Central Perk?

When the daily grind of life starts to wear me down, and I find myself longing for the simpler times of coffee shop hangouts and rent-controlled apartments, I turn to my old friends from Central Perk. Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe have been there for me through thick and thin, offering a much-needed escape from the harsh realities of the modern world.

But as I sit here, alone in my apartment with only my cats as the only real constant in my life, I can’t help but feel a sense of bitterness toward the corporate greed and capitalistic systems that have fostered a generation of lonely, disconnected individuals. The world of Friends, with its tight-knit community and affordable living situations, feels more and more like a distant fantasy with each passing year.

In a society that prioritizes profit over people, the concept of “third spaces” – those beloved hangouts like Central Perk – is becoming increasingly rare. We paved paradise and put up a Santander. Coffee shops and cafes are being replaced by banks, soulless chains, or empty storefronts always promising development, while local bars and restaurants are being priced out by skyrocketing rents. The places where we once gathered to forge connections and build communities are disappearing, leaving us with fewer opportunities to connect with others.

And let’s not forget the ever-increasing cost of living, which has created a generation of transient twenty-somethings, constantly on the move in search of affordable housing and stable job opportunities. How are we supposed to build lasting friendships when we’re always saying goodbye? Frankly, I’ve just stopped trying.

It’s no wonder that so many of us turn to TV shows like Friends for comfort and escapism. In a world where genuine human connection feels increasingly out of reach, we seek solace in the familiar faces and laugh tracks of our favorite sitcoms. We long for the kind of deep, meaningful friendships that the show depicts, even as we recognize how unrealistic they may be.

But here’s the thing: we can’t let the pursuit of profit continue to erode the very things that make us human. We need to fight back against the systems that prioritize money over people, and work to create a world where genuine connection and community are valued above all else.

Maybe that means supporting local businesses and fighting for affordable housing. Maybe it means creating our own “third spaces,” even if they look different from the ones we see on TV. Or maybe it just means reaching out to the people in our lives, and reminding them that they matter to us, no matter how far apart we may be.

Because at the end of the day, that’s what Friends is really about: the power of human connection, and the way it can help us weather even the toughest of times. And in a world that seems hellbent on keeping us apart, that message feels more important than ever.

So here I am, a single woman sitting alone in her apartment, watching TV with her cats. But I know that I’m not really alone, because I have the love and support of the people who matter most to me. I have my friends from college, I have my friends online, I have this little column that I contribute to whenever I feel like so I can at least feel like an old man yelling at a cloud. And that’s something that no amount of corporate greed or capitalistic bullshit can ever take away.

Conclusion

As I sit here, surrounded by the comforting glow of my laptop screen, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the early 2000s TV shows that have been my constant companions through the ups and downs of adulthood. In a world that often feels cold, unforgiving, and increasingly isolated, these nostalgic gems have provided me with a much-needed escape and a reminder of the power of human connection.

From the demon-slaying heroics of Buffy to the quick-witted banter of the Gilmore Girls, these shows have taught me valuable lessons about perseverance, friendship, and the importance of chasing your dreams. They’ve been there for me through breakups, job losses, and countless other challenges, offering a comforting sense of familiarity and a reminder that I’m not alone in my struggles.

But more than that, these shows have served as a catalyst for self-reflection and growth. They’ve inspired me to be braver, kinder, and more authentic in my own life, even when the world around me seems to be crumbling. They’ve reminded me that it’s okay to make mistakes, to be vulnerable, and to lean on the people who matter most.

So, to all the early 2000s TV shows that have been my rock through the turbulent waters of adulthood, I say thank you. Thank you for the laughter, the tears, and the countless hours of comfort and companionship. Thank you for reminding me that, no matter how bleak things may seem, there’s always hope to be found in the power of storytelling and human connection.

And to all my fellow twenty-somethings out there, navigating the challenges of adulthood in an increasingly uncertain world, I say this: keep holding on to the things that bring you joy, the things that remind you of who you are and what you stand for. Whether it’s a beloved TV show, a cherished friendship, or a secret dream that keeps you going, hold onto it with all your might. Because in the end, it’s those things – the things that make us feel seen, heard, and understood – that will carry us through even the darkest of times.

So go ahead, press play on that next episode of Buffy or Gilmore Girls. Let yourself get lost in the familiar comfort of Stars Hollow or Sunnydale. And remember, no matter how lost or alone you may feel, you’ve got a whole gang of early 2000s TV friends waiting to welcome you back with open arms (and maybe even a few outdated pop culture references). Trust me, it’s the best therapy money can’t buy.

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Two Sides of the Same Damaged Coin

by @regisacosta

*Spoiler Warning for Mad Men and The Sopranos*

The beautiful thing about staring at a train wreck, especially when you get the feeling that you can’t look away, is that you get to do it from a distance.

If there are two characters that embody a broken, yet captivating, pathetic, yet arrogant charm, it’s the television antiheroes Don Draper and Tony Soprano. Not only do they stand above as towering figures of deep-seated dysfunction but it is their misguided ideals of charisma and antiquated masculinity that make them a fascinating character study in why we love to return to these shows years after they have left the airwaves. 

Beneath the stained veneers of success and power, we find two profoundly broken individuals, scarred by deeply buried wounds and an ongoing fear of rejection. Their charm, a flimsy mask for their pain, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by the women who were supposed to love them most. As we follow their journeys, we are confronted not just with the compelling drama of their lives, but also with the uncomfortable truth of their fundamental flaws and the pity they inspire. 

Draper and Soprano, for all their machismo and charisma, are ultimately pathetic figures, trapped in a cycle of dysfunction and are unable to escape the shadows of their past. Through their stories, we are forced to grapple with the complex nature of masculinity, the rippling effects that the events of the past can have on the present, and the ways in which society’s expectations can both elevate and diminish the human experience. It’s a testament to the power of these characters that we find ourselves drawn back to their stories, even as we recognize the tragedy of their lives.

It All Has to Start Somewhere

The rejection from their mothers serves as a foundational undercurrent in both Don’s and Tony’s lives, influencing their actions and relationships in profound ways. For Don Draper, the absence of maternal warmth is rooted in his biological mother’s early death during childbirth – confounded by what Don imagines to be an almost comically tragic and vitriolic greeting into this planet by her – and his upbringing by a cold, abusive stepmother, Abigail. This profound lack of motherly affection is foundational to understanding Don’s detachment and difficulty in forming genuine, enduring relationships. If Don’s maternal relationships were defined by absence, Tony’s, in contrast, were defined by presence. An ever-present and domineering figure, even after her lifetime, Livia Soprano’s impact and influence on both Tony’s personal and professional life reverberated throughout the series. Tony not only invites chaos into his life but seems to crave it, mirroring the tumultuous nature of Livia’s ‘love.'”

Don’s pursuit of shallow connections is further manifested through his string of affairs, where each relationship serves more as a distraction from his inner turmoil rather than anything really meaningful. His carefully curated persona of Don Draper, the epitome of 20th Century American success, masks his true identity—Dick Whitman—a man he is continually at odds with. Don Draper is calm, clean and collected. He lives in Ossining. Dick Whitman is tormented, messy and emotional. He gets blackout drunk and punches pastors. Don Draper, despite his professional triumphs, is haunted by an internal emptiness—a void that no amount of acclaim or wealth can ever fill. In fact, at times he even seems to resent it – hiding behind his love for the creative aspect of advertising, earnest as that may be. As he drifts further away from his manufactured ideal of what Donald Draper should be, his façade begins to crumble, revealing the fractures within his persona. One of the reasons Don is so easy to crack is because he’s not built on anything of substance.

Similarly, Tony Soprano’s experiences are indelibly marked by his mother Livia’s incessant coldness and the contradictory ways in which he perceives and interacts with her. Tony often describes Livia as both a large and imposing figure, frequently dropping whatever he’s doing to tend to her needs and engaging with her in the way a child might, with his tone of voice shifting to a more submissive cadence when speaking to her. Yet, in the same breath, he also refers to her as “this little old lady,” revealing the complex and conflicting nature of their relationship. It is with a similar sense of uncertainty and self-doubt that Tony approaches most other aspects of this life – with one both foot in and one foot out. He’s a dedicated family man that can never be a devoted husband. He swore an oath of secrecy but opens up to a complete stranger in an office building every week. He’s a hardened criminal that loses sleep over ducks.

The Impact on Their Worlds

The maternal shadows that loom over Don and Tony color their relationships, particularly with women, and dictate their engagements with society at large. Don, living a dual life as a con man and an ad executive, utilizes his charm as a strategic tool against true intimacy.

His engagements often follow a pattern: a compelling attraction, followed by a calculated emotional withdrawal once the relationship deepens, exemplified in his turbulent relationships with women like Rachel Menken and Sylvia Rosen.

He only likes the beginning of things.

This pattern underscores his deep-seated fear of genuine connection, rooted in the abandonment ,the neglect, and the rejection that he experienced in his youth.

Tony Soprano, inhabiting a more overtly brutal realm, wields his charm within the confines of his OC ties. His environment not only allows but often rewards emotional volatility. His raw, unfiltered emotional outbursts, from explosive anger to profound vulnerability, significantly impact his leadership within the DiMeo crime family and his domestic life. Episodes like “Whitecaps,” where Tony’s rage culminates in a destructive altercation with Carmela, highlight how his emotional instability, fostered by maternal manipulation, permeates and dictates his closest relationships. The things that make him a god-awful husband make him an (arguably) competent mob boss.

Both men are actors on their respective stages, performing roles that demand a disconnection from their true selves, a protective mechanism instilled by early maternal rejections. This constant role-playing extends beyond personal interactions, affecting their broader societal engagements. For Don, his crafted persona of a successful ad man both critiques and perpetuates the idealized post-war American masculinity—a facade that often leads to personal turmoil and self-loathing, as seen in moments of introspection throughout the series.

The psychological realism of these characters adds a layer of complexity to their narratives. Both Don and Tony grapple with their identities, the dissonance between their public facades and private fears creating a psychological burden that is palpable in their moments of solitude and distress. Tony’s panic attacks and Don’s frequent flashbacks to his troubled childhood are manifestations of this ongoing inner conflict, a battle between the men they present to the world and the broken boys they hide within.

Moreover, the impact of their behaviors on others forms a crucial part of their stories. Their children, in particular, absorb the lessons of their fathers’ duplicities. Coincidentally, both men, as a consequence of their harsh upbringing, possess an aversion to violence within their child rearing practices – though Don more vocally (and in practice) than Tony. For instance, AJ and Meadow Soprano navigate their father’s criminal life and emotional unpredictability, shaping their worldview and moral compass. Similarly, Sally Draper grows increasingly aware and critical of Don’s inconsistencies and indiscretions, which influence her burgeoning sense of identity and ethics, a poignant reminder of the far-reaching consequences of parental dysfunction. And Bobby…well Bobby is going to grow up will all types of identity crises.

Shifting Power Dynamics and Elusive Control

The relationships between Don Draper and Peggy Olson and Tony Soprano and Christopher Moltisanti offer compelling explorations of mentorship, power dynamics, and the challenges of navigating the gray areas of personal and professional boundaries. What begins as indifference evolves into a mentor-mentee relationship, morphing into a complex father-daughter bond, with Don serving as both a guiding force and a source of emotional support – at least within the scope of what he is able to provide…a heavy pour of Canadian Club and a daytime trip to the movies. However, as their co-dependency and emotional entanglement evolved, so did their sentiments of hostility and resentment, particularly when Peggy felt as though Don’s ego was getting in the way of both her professional and romantic advancements (by way of Ted Chaough).

Throughout the series, Peggy’s deliberate naiveté, a narrative choice by the writers to withhold information from her, adds an additional layer of complexity to their relationship. As the series progresses, their bond oscillates between periods of estrangement and reconciliation, with Peggy alternating between taking on the role of child in need of guidance, adversary in need of some distance, and responsible adult daughter caring for her troubled father. It is only in their final scene together that the true depth of their connection is fully revealed, as Peggy’s naiveté falls away and she sees Don for who he truly is – a broken man in need of redemption. However, even during that painfully expensive transcontinental phone call, much like a father talking to his child, Don is still fairly withholding while trying to be forthcoming. Don, the master of his craft, gives the client just enough of a taste to want more. He doesn’t uncharacteristically tell her “I’m Dick Whitman and I feel unfulfilled with the choices I’ve made”. He gives her the eerie half-truth: I took a man’s name and made nothing of it.

But why does he do this? An inability to get all of these complex emotions out to arguably one of the last people in his life who will listen? Was this an attempt to protect her from fully knowing that ugly truth about his true identity? Was he just protecting himself? Well, that is the mastery of not only that final episode but also the dynamic between Don and Peggy. It could be all of those reasons and more importantly, it doesn’t really matter.

In “The Sopranos,” the relationship between Tony Soprano and Christopher Moltisanti is a multifaceted exploration of the complexities of family ties, professional ambition, and personal identity within the context of the DiMeo crime family. As Tony’s nephew and protégé, Christopher is caught in a constant struggle between his desire for recognition and advancement within the organization and his resentment of Tony’s control over his life and career.

On one hand, Christopher’s familial connection to Tony provides him with opportunities and privileges that other members of the crime family do not have. He is given high-profile assignments and is often protected by Tony’s influence, allowing him to rise through the ranks more quickly than his peers. However, this favoritism also breeds resentment among other members of the organization, who view Christopher as undeserving of his status and see his success as a result of nepotism rather than merit.

Simultaneously, Christopher’s relationship with Tony is marked by a deep-seated desire for approval and validation that is often marred by an undercurrent of resentment and frustration. Throughout the series, Christopher will occasionally have a difficult time reconciling whether he wants to model his life after his Uncle Tony or rebel against it. Having grown up without a strong father figure, Christopher looks to Tony as a surrogate parent and seeks his praise and acceptance. However, even this dynamic is poorly defined for them, as they will casually alternate between a father/son, mentor/mentee, older cousin/younger cousin, and even sexual rival dynamic. This loosely defined emotional dependency creates a power imbalance in their relationship, with Christopher often compromising his own desires and values in order to please Tony and maintain his favor.

On some level, Tony is cognizant of the fluidity of their relationship and is often able to manipulate that. That is also another point where the dynamics between Tony/Christopher and Don/Peggy intersect. The points in both shows where each respective relationships comes to a head are moments when the domineering figures feel their control slipping. For Don, it was when he quite literally loses his power over Peggy when she chooses to leave the agency. For Tony, we see this theme throughout the series by way of Christopher’s love affair with the film industry (which is highly allegorical to the wave of wiseguys flipping in the 80’s and 90’s), as well as his drug addiction. In fact, it will be Christopher’s battle with substance abuse that will be the ultimate death knell for their relationship.

The tragic conclusion of their relationship – with Tony choosing to end Christopher’s life after a devastating car accident – stands in stark contrast to the more hopeful resolution of Don and Peggy’s relationship in “Mad Men.” While Don is able to once again protect himself in the way that he knows best, Tony too is forced to use the only card he had left in his deck when realizing that he truly had lost control over his nephew. He did not kill Christopher out of anger or out of mercy. He killed him because he realized that no matter what he did, there was going to be something that was going to have more control over Christopher’s life than he would so in one final attempt to reclaim that power, he quite literally took it back with his own hands.

Wrapping Things Up

In the end, the stories of Don Draper and Tony Soprano serve as powerful reminders of the enduring impact of that our core relationships -or the lack thereof- can have on us, the complexities of the human psyche, and the masks we wear to navigate the world. Through their journeys, we are forced to confront the uncomfortable truths about the human condition, the fragility of our identities, and the ways in which our past shapes our present.

While their paths diverge in their final moments – Don finding a glimmer of hope in his connection with Peggy, and Tony truly letting go of his last shred of humanity– both characters leave an undeniable mark on our cultural landscape. They embody the antihero narrative that defined nearly twenty years of television, inviting us to grapple with the moral ambiguities, the shades of gray, and the unresolved questions that define our own lives.

The enduring legacy of “Mad Men” and “The Sopranos” lies not only in their groundbreaking storytelling and unforgettable performances but in the way they hold a mirror up to society, reflecting back to us the hopes, fears, and contradictions that reside within us all. Sure, you or I probably won’t kill our nephews or steal another man’s name but those are things that happen so obviously someone’s out there doing it.

In the end, their stories are not just entertainment, but invitations to empathy, self-reflection, and a deeper understanding of the human condition. They remind us that, even in the face of profound suffering and darkness, there is always the potential for growth, for change, and for redemption. But maybe sometimes the screen just cuts to a Coke commercial.

And sometimes it just cuts to black altogether.

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Black Sheep

by @peqchy

I wasn’t always the black sheep

but what do you expect to grow on poisoned land

the more I grew

the more I consumed

the darker was the thread in the loom

but one day I looked over the fence

and saw a pasture just a shot from eyes view

“it’s too far”

“there’s no way”

“plus who’s even to say if it’s even safe”

a doubt that came around too often

but when the grass you eat and the water you drink

makes you bleed pages worth of potent black ink

what else do you have to lose

so I took the leap into the fresh open green

and noticed the change almost immediately

and now the only black sheep is the shadow that follows me

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Amidst the Sound and Light

a poem by Jake Gilmore (@jake_c_gilmore)

Beneath the dome of twilight’s gentle sway, In throngs, we stood, a sea of eager souls. The stage alight, as night kissed day away, A symphony of sounds began to roll.

The air, a canvas, painted with pure sound, Vibrations weaving through the heart’s own thread. Each note, a memory, tightly wound, Unfurling melodies in hues of red.

The bass, a heartbeat, pulsing deep and true, Strings whispering secrets, old and new. In that vast crowd, I felt a connection, rare, A unity in rhythm, a shared breath of air.

The singer’s voice, a beacon in the dark, Illuminating paths within my mind. A journey through the music’s sacred park, Where every soul its truest self can find.

This concert, a first of many tales to tell, A door to worlds where spirit freely roams. In every note, a story, a spell, A memory etched in the echoes of our homes.

So here I stand, amidst the sound and light, Forever changed by this one sacred night.

As crescendos rise, like waves upon the shore, The drummer’s rhythm binds us, core to core. Electric strings send shivers through the crowd, A unison of voices, loud and proud.

The melody, a river, flows and bends, Through landscapes of the heart, where every note ascends. With every chord, a new horizon seen, A canvas broader than we’d ever dreamed.

In this communion, time seems to dissolve, Between the notes, our deepest mysteries solve. The lights, like stars in an urban night, Guide us through the darkness with their bright.

This moment, etched in the essence of our being, A testament to the power of feeling. For in this gathering, under the moon’s soft glow, We find a place where hidden rivers flow.

And as the final note gently fades away, A silence falls, no words left to say. Yet in our hearts, the music never dies, It lives within, a flame that never lies.

This first concert, a gateway to the soul, Where every sound plays an integral role. In the echoes of the night, we find our peace, In the harmony of life, a sweet release.

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Can’t Find What Doesn’t Exist – Christopher Moltisanti’s Elusive Arc

by Anthony Villacosta (@anthony_villacosta)

I’ve watched “The Sopranos” a lot. You won’t find me saying that I’ve seen it too much but some would say it’s getting pretty close. Let’s talk about it. 

Spoilers ahead for a 25 year old show. 

“The Sopranos,” renowned for its intricate character studies and psychological depth, masterfully uses Christopher Moltisanti’s journey to critique and deconstruct the mythos surrounding the American Dream and the gangster narrative. Unlike traditional gangster tales that often romanticize the rise to power and subsequent fall, “The Sopranos” presents a more nuanced and bleak view of the criminal underworld through Christopher’s eyes. His character arc—or the lack thereof—serves as a poignant critique of the series itself and the genre at large, emphasizing the cyclical nature of violence, addiction, and betrayal that traps its characters.

Christopher’s unfulfilled aspirations and repeated failures underscore a significant theme of existential despair prevalent throughout the series. This theme resonates with other works of fiction that explore the dark underbelly of American life, such as “Breaking Bad’s” Walter White, whose quest for power and legacy leads to his moral and ethical decay. Similarly, “Mad Men’s” Don Draper embodies the hollowness of success and the elusive nature of identity within the American corporate landscape. Both characters, like Christopher, navigate worlds where their ambitions and desires lead to their undoing, reflecting on the series’ critical stance on the pursuit of the American Dream.

“The Sopranos” also delves into the literary themes of fatalism and moral ambiguity, mirroring classical tragedies where characters are inevitably led to their downfall by their inherent flaws and the inescapable fate dictated by their environment. Christopher’s addiction and loyalty to Tony Soprano can be seen as his tragic flaws, leading to his ultimate demise. This thematic exploration aligns with works like Shakespeare’s “Hamlet,” where the protagonist’s indecision and struggle with existential questions culminate in tragedy.

Furthermore, the series critiques the glorification of mob life, challenging the narratives presented in seminal works like “The Godfather,” which has often been criticized for its romanticized portrayal of the mafia. “The Sopranos” offers a starkly contrasting view, highlighting the mundane, often petty realities of mob life and its psychological toll on individuals. Through characters like Christopher, the series presents a world where traditional values are corrupted by greed and violence, reflecting a broader critique of materialism and moral decay in contemporary society.

“The Sopranos” intricately weaves Christopher Moltisanti’s arc with the broader thematic concerns of disillusionment, identity crisis, and the destructive pursuit of the American Dream, presenting a multifaceted critique of the gangster narrative.

Christopher’s journey is emblematic of the pitfalls of ambition within the toxic environment of organized crime. His aspirations to rise within the ranks of the mob and his simultaneous desire to legitimize himself through a career in the film industry serve as a microcosm for the series’ exploration of the duality of the American Dream. Christopher’s endeavors in Hollywood, particularly through the development of the movie “Cleaver,” symbolize his struggle to reconcile his criminal identity with his aspirations for creative expression and recognition outside the mob life. This subplot not only satirizes the entertainment industry’s own myth-making processes but also reflects Christopher’s internal conflict and the overarching theme of identity crisis, paralleling Don Draper’s narrative.

Moreover, Christopher’s relationship with Tony adds another layer of complexity to the critique of the American Dream. Tony, who serves as both a father figure and a mentor to Christopher, embodies the ultimate mob boss who has achieved the American Dream in its most perverse form. The dynamic between Tony and Christopher highlights the themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the cyclical nature of violence. Christopher’s unwavering loyalty, despite Tony’s manipulations and eventual betrayal, underscores the fatalistic themes prevalent in classical tragedies and critiques the glorification of mob loyalty and honor as ultimately self-destructive.

Christopher’s addiction, a recurrent motif in his character arc, represents not only his personal demons but also serves as a metaphor for the addictive nature of power and the corrosive effect of the mob lifestyle on individual psyche and morality. His struggles with substance abuse reflect the broader existential despair of the series’ characters, trapped in their respective quests for fulfillment and happiness within a morally bankrupt world.

The series’ portrayal of the mundane aspects of mob life, through characters like Christopher, challenges the romanticized image of the gangster lifestyle popularized by films like “The Godfather.” Instead of glamorous and honor-bound outlaws, “The Sopranos” presents its characters as deeply flawed individuals, entangled in petty disputes, family dramas, and the banalities of everyday life, thus demystifying the mob genre.

In conclusion, Christopher Moltisanti’s character arc in “The Sopranos” serves not just as a narrative device but as a profound commentary on the illusory nature of the American Dream, the moral ambiguity of its characters, and the existential crises that define their lives. Through Christopher’s story, “The Sopranos” deconstructs the gangster narrative, offering a nuanced critique of ambition, identity, and the relentless pursuit of power, while engaging in a broader philosophical inquiry into the human condition.

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Whispers Between Bites

by Francis C. Sorvino (@frank_sorvino)

Nestled among the clattering of dinnerware and the low murmurs of casual conversation, Lou and Sasha found themselves seated at a small table near the window of a long aged Italian restaurant known colloquially as Angelo’s. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across their faces, illuminating the intimate yet palpably tense atmosphere. It was their third date, and while there was an undeniable attraction between them, an undercurrent of nervous energy that they couldn’t seem to shake electrified the air.

Lou, a kind and thoughtful man burned by an analytical mind, often found himself overthinking conversations, and tonight was no exception. He noticed Sasha, a spirited and vivacious woman with a love for storytelling, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, a sign that she too felt the unspoken tension.

Sasha, in turn, who had decided that the loose thread on the end of her dress was a lost cause, looked over at Lou and held back a timid laugh. “There’s no denying that he’s cute when he’s nervous”, she thought to herself. As the waiter hovered ominously over them to pour their respective bottles of wine, she wondered if even he could notice how badly the date was going.

He didn’t.

Seeking to lighten the mood, Sasha glanced around the restaurant and her eyes settled on two men seated at a table across the room. “See those two?” she said, nodding subtly towards them. “That’s Tommy and Pete, they look like they’re having an interesting conversation. What do you think their story is?”

Lou followed her gaze and observed the duo. Tommy, a young man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, was animatedly talking to Pete, who appeared older, more reserved, but with a warm, indulgent smile as he listened to Tommy.

“Oh. Do you know them?”, Lou inquired.

Sasha gave him a mischievous grin and shook her head. “C’mon, just play along”, she chuckled excitedly.

“Brothers, maybe?” Lou suggested, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Tommy seems like the wild, younger sibling, and Pete, the more grounded, protective older one.”

Sasha leaned forward, her eyes dancing with amusement. “I like that. Maybe they’re celebrating something tonight. Tommy might have just graduated, and Pete, being the proud big brother, is treating him to a fancy dinner.”

Lou, warming to the game, added, “And maybe Tommy’s telling Pete about some crazy college stories, the kind that make you glad you survived your younger years.”

They both chuckled, the imagined antics of Tommy and Pete bridging the gap that had lingered between them since the start of the evening. Sasha’s laughter was infectious, and Lou found himself drawn into her light-heartedness, the tension between them dissipating like mist.

“Look at Pete’s expression,” Sasha pointed out, her voice tinged with mirth. “He’s definitely heard this story before, but he’s pretending it’s the first time. Poor guy.”

“Oh look! I think things are starting to get kind of tense. Maybe Pete’s getting fed up with always hearing the same story.” Lou chuckled as he took an extended sip of his wine.

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out what’s really going on”, Sasha said as she began to get up.

Lou shifted nervously in his seat. “Wait. What?”

Sasha’s grin widened as she stood, her adventurous spirit taking over. “I’m going to stand around there for a couple of minutes and if I get caught, I’ll just say that I’m the manager or something,” she declared with a playful glint in her eye.

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From across the room, Tyler and Stephen, a couple deeply in love yet at a crossroads, were completely oblivious to the fabricated stories being spun about them by Lou and Sasha. They sat, engrossed in their own world, in the midst of a conversation that was both tender and tense.

Stephen, older and more reserved, listened intently to Tyler, his partner of three years. Tyler, with his youthful energy and mischievous twinkle, was finding it hard to maintain eye contact, a clear sign that the words he was about to utter were weighing heavily on him.

The dim lighting of Angelo’s cast a warm glow over their table, creating an intimate space that felt both safe and daunting for the confession Tyler was about to make. He took a deep breath, his fingers nervously tapping against the stem of his wine glass.

“Stephen, you know I love you, right?” Tyler began, his voice laced with a mix of affection and apprehension. “But there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about… someone else.”

Stephen’s expression, which had been warm and indulgent, shifted subtly. A flicker of concern passed through his eyes, but he maintained his composure. “Go on,” he encouraged, though the edge in his voice was impossible to miss.

Tyler hesitated, then continued, “It’s the barista at The Bean, our coffee shop. I’ve… I’ve developed feelings for him. It just happened, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

The confession hung in the air between them, a tangible presence that threatened to disrupt the balance of their relationship. Stephen’s face remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions – hurt, confusion, and a hint of betrayal.

“Why are you telling me this, Tyler?” Stephen asked, his voice steady but his heart racing. “What do you want from me?”

Tyler’s eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sincerity. “I want to be honest with you, Stephen. I don’t want to hide anything. I love you, and that hasn’t changed. But I needed you to know about these feelings, even if I don’t understand them myself.”

Stephen took a moment to process the revelation, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. He cared deeply for Tyler, but this was a situation he had never anticipated. The trust and openness that had been the foundation of their relationship were now being tested in a way he never imagined.

As they continued to talk, the atmosphere at their table shifted from celebratory to contemplative. Unbeknownst to them, Sasha, under the guise of a curious restaurant manager, lingered nearby, misinterpreting the gravity of their conversation as brotherly tension.

Meanwhile, Lou watched from their table, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched on his face, unaware of the true nature of the conversation unfolding across the room.

Sasha walked quickly back to her table and flopped in her seat. Lou stared at her wide-eyed, waiting for the intel.

She looked at his big dumb face and couldn’t bring herself to end the game on such a sour note.

“Ah yeah, you’d never believe it. Tommy is actually Peter’s accountant and Peter is one knock-off Rolex away from going bankrupt.”

Lou’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? That’s quite a story. Accountants and knock-off Rolexes, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, clearly amused by Sasha’s creativity.

Sasha, still feeling the residual weight of the actual conversation she had overheard, forced a laugh. “Yeah, who would’ve thought, right? The things you learn just by eavesdropping a little,” she said, her tone light but her eyes not quite meeting Lou’s.

The game they had started, meant to ease the tension of their own date, had taken a surprising turn. Sasha found herself grappling with the unexpected reality of the situation she had just witnessed, while also trying to maintain the playful facade for Lou.

The tension from the start of the date re-appeared as quickly as it had vanished. Sasha’s steak and Lou’s alfredo each came out and their attentions shifted.

They each joined the ensemble of cutting and scraping while they chewed in silence.

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Grooving Across Time

by Jake Gilmore (read more of his work here)

The song “Oogum Boogum” by Brenton Wood is a vibrant and infectious track that captures the essence of the late 1960s soul and pop scene with an irresistible charm. Released in 1967, this song immediately sets itself apart with its catchy chorus, playful lyrics, and Wood’s distinctive vocal style, which is both smooth and expressive. The track is imbued with a sense of joy and flirtation, making it an enduring favorite for listeners seeking a musical time capsule back to an era of exuberance and stylistic innovation.

At the heart of “Oogum Boogum” is Brenton Wood’s masterful delivery, which combines elements of soul, R&B, and pop in a way that feels both fresh and timeless. His voice, with its unique timbre, carries the song’s lighthearted lyrics with an effortless charisma that invites listeners to sing along. The song’s opening lines, “You got me doing the oogum boogum now,” set the tone for a track that’s all about the dizzying effects of love and attraction, encapsulated in a phrase that’s as whimsical as the emotions it seeks to describe.

Musically, the arrangement of “Oogum Boogum” is a testament to the creativity and innovation of the era. The upbeat tempo, driven by a compelling blend of organ, brass, and rhythm section, creates a backdrop that’s both playful and engaging. This sonic landscape not only showcases Wood’s vocal prowess but also highlights the skill of the musicians and producers behind the track. The organ, in particular, adds a layer of richness to the song, providing a groovy counterpoint to Wood’s vocals that’s impossible to resist.

Lyrically, “Oogum Boogum” is a delightful romp through the themes of love and attraction, with Wood painting vivid pictures of the emotions and physical reactions sparked by the object of his affection. The lyrics are simple yet effective, capturing the universal experience of being captivated by someone’s presence. This simplicity is a strength, allowing the song to transcend its era and remain relatable to listeners across generations.

For those of us who grew up raiding our parents’ CD collections, discovering tracks like “Oogum Boogum” was a rite of passage. It was on a dusty boombox in my childhood home that I first encountered Brenton Wood’s infectious energy, and it became an instant favorite. The song’s upbeat rhythm and catchy chorus made it a staple on my playlists, especially on sunny days when the only appropriate soundtrack was one that matched the brightness of the outdoors.

“Oogum Boogum” also stands out for its cultural impact, capturing a moment in music history when genres were blending and artists were experimenting with new sounds. In this context, Brenton Wood emerges not just as a singer but as an innovator, whose contributions to the soul and pop genres are encapsulated in this unforgettable track. His ability to convey the exhilaration of love and attraction in such a playful and engaging manner is a testament to his talent as a songwriter and performer.

In the pantheon of 1960s music, “Oogum Boogum” by Brenton Wood is a gem that continues to shine brightly. Its blend of catchy lyrics, vibrant musical arrangement, and Wood’s charismatic vocal delivery make it a timeless classic. For those discovering it today, the song offers a joyful escape into a musical era characterized by exploration and expression. For those of us who have known it for years, it remains a cherished reminder of the power of music to capture the essence of human emotion in a few simple verses and a catchy chorus. “Oogum Boogum” is not just a song; it’s a celebration of love, joy, and the infectious spirit of the 1960s soul and pop scene.

Beyond its immediate charm, “Oogum Boogum” serves as a bridge connecting the listener to a vibrant period in music history, where experimentation with rhythm, lyrics, and melody flourished. The song embodies the spirit of the ’60s, a time when music was an integral part of cultural shifts and the expression of freedom and love. Brenton Wood, with his eclectic style, managed to encapsulate this spirit in a track that, decades later, still feels fresh and exciting. The song’s ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia while remaining timeless is a testament to its genius.

The influence of “Oogum Boogum” extends beyond its initial release, inspiring artists across genres to capture the same infectious joy and soul in their music. It’s a reminder of the power of a catchy hook and a melody that can make listeners dance spontaneously. This track, with its blend of soul, R&B, and pop elements, showcases the transformative power of music to cross boundaries and bring people together. It’s a celebration of the joy of love, conveyed through Wood’s playful articulation and the song’s vibrant arrangement.

Reflecting on personal experiences, “Oogum Boogum” has always been a beacon of positivity. Whether it was playing in the background during family gatherings or being the soundtrack to impromptu dance sessions in the living room, the song has a way of lifting spirits and bringing smiles. Its universal appeal lies in its simplicity and the genuine emotion it conveys, making it a song that can be shared across generations, from those who lived through the ’60s to younger audiences discovering it for the first time.

In the broader landscape of music history, “Oogum Boogum” stands as an emblem of an era marked by innovation and the breaking down of musical barriers. Brenton Wood’s contribution to this landscape cannot be overstated. His ability to blend different musical styles into a cohesive and captivating track demonstrates his understanding of the power of music as a tool for expression and connection. This song, among his others, lays the groundwork for future artists to explore and innovate within their genres.

In an age where music is more accessible than ever, “Oogum Boogum” remains a cherished discovery for those venturing into the rich archives of the past. It serves as a vibrant reminder of the joy and excitement that music can bring into our lives, transcending time and genre to touch the hearts of listeners. The song is a testament to Brenton Wood’s enduring legacy as an artist who captured the essence of an era while creating a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences around the world.

“Oogum Boogum” by Brenton Wood is more than just a song from the late ’60s; it’s a musical treasure that continues to enchant and inspire. Its joyful melody, coupled with Wood’s charismatic delivery and the song’s playful lyrics, create an atmosphere of unbridled joy and nostalgia. For those who have grown up with it, the song is a fond memory; for new listeners, it’s a delightful discovery. Either way, “Oogum Boogum” remains a vibrant celebration of life, love, and the enduring power of music to connect us to our past, present, and each other.

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The Rusted Heart of Rochester

by Sandra Harkness (@sandra_harkness)

A Poem.

In Rochester’s embrace, where worn bricks whisper tales, Echoes of a bygone industry softly wail, Steel bones, in rust’s embrace, tell their frail tales.

Halls once alive with laughter, now echo with silent gales, Theaters and shops, like forgotten fables, In Rochester’s embrace, where worn bricks whisper tales.

Vines caress stone, in nature’s tender veils, A vivid reclaiming, in stark contrast, prevails, Steel bones, in rust’s embrace, tell their frail tales.

Kodak’s shadow looms, a shared, somber tale, A giant’s fall casting long, dark veils, In Rochester’s embrace, where worn bricks whisper tales.

Dreams of prosperity, once so vibrant and hale, Now faded, like old, forgotten tales, Steel bones, in rust’s embrace, tell their frail tales.

Yet in decay, a hidden beauty unveils, A story of resilience, in each shattered slate, In Rochester’s embrace, where worn bricks whisper tales, Steel bones, in rust’s embrace, tell their frail tales.