They said it was for the Black man

They said it was for the Mexican

And not for the white man

But if you look at the streets It wasn’t about Rodney King

It’s bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police

My first interaction with the concept…


I was in love with my college best friend. I thought he was my best friend; I thought he was my friend; but he was only my friend when it was convenient for him; I realized this years ago, when I made a deal with myself I’d tell him by…


How do you account for a memory that only lasts a few seconds? Or really, just one verse of a song? It came after the bus wove its way up the middle Atlantic and into the tunnels of New York City. Under the guts of The Port Authority and through…


We lived in the attic of a grey house. A fire escape wound up the front frame. It was set back from the street with an overgrown front yard and a railing before the drop to the sidewalk. Our entrance was around three flights of stairs snaking around the back…


As a confirmed head, and amateur ever-learning Dead Head, my first solid interaction with The Grateful Dead is aptly silly. It came from the plastic slits of my best friend K’s cell phone. Previously, her mode of communication was the landline and answering machine in her dorm, and yelling out…


I had to special order Billy Breathes from Tower Records. They had every live and studio Phish album but. It was the one I wanted because it was the only one I knew. After a European trip abroad with a touring high school choir, my older sister brought home a…


J laughs. A cigarette pokes out of her right hand and her other grips a glass bowl packed with weed. Curled in her fingers is a lighter somewhere. Rain falls through her cracked driver’s side window onto my jeans. My hair starts to curl. …


The Music Director at the station — thick sweaters, fluffy curly hair, quiet, aloof, a gentleman, able to call it a hit months before CMJ ranked it— told me about Beach Fossils at the only party I hosted in college. He did something no one did — he took the…


I was 11 years old when Eminem released his debut,1999’s The Slim Shady LP. A friend up the block was listening to it and I remember being shocked that they were allowed to listen to it (and that they wanted to). He was a new voice, no one ever did…


I am 18 and still straightening the waves out of my hair. Boys will be there, at my first frat party. I’m wearing a red shirt with the cover of Let It Be stenciled on it in black. The fabric stretches their faces over my chest.

The dorm is empty…

sarah paolantonio

exploring the depths of my mind one song and album at a time. welcome to my Music Memories project. mfa, merry prankster, millennial hippie.

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