Music
Sound & Fury
This week on The Riff
Music is something we share collectively, yet experience in our own unique way. I’m honestly not sure how best to articulate that — trust me, I’ve written this paragraph about 15 times now — but I hope it makes sense.
I’m hesitant to use the word relational here, mostly because it’s become a stale trope on this platform. But it… kinda fits.
One of the perks of being an editor at The Riff is seeing people’s work before anyone else, and I usually read submissions while eating before going to work (if you’ve ever wondered why there are notes being left on your stories at 3 am, now you know).
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself nodding along with the writer, or catching myself trying to highlight stories that haven’t yet run.
In other words, I find myself totally relating to someone else’s unique experience.
Maybe relatable is a better fit. For example:
- When Jessica Lee McMillan wrote about opening a CD under a gunmetal grey British Columbia sky, I knew exactly what she was talking about. That’s a shade you only know if…
