You don’t need to be Teiresias or Nostradamus to know that we’re living in dire times. Regions across the world are growing more unstable by the day. Thirty million people in the United States don’t have health insurance. You have a sizable portion of America’s working class laboring two to three jobs a day. And if you placed the average UNH student in a room without any means of stimulation, chances are in about 10 minutes you’ll have a crazed lunatic jumping off the walls frothing with malignant terror over the fact that they’re almost $100,000 in student debt. It’s 80 degrees in October. Kanye West is wearing a MAGA hat. We’re currently living in a culture engorged with wickedness and depravity.


We live in a constant state of fight or flight. But it doesn’t have to be this way. In fact, I think I might have the cure. The anecdote to our aggression, the vaccine to our combustion, the de...

“It takes a village to raise a child.”

 We often don’t consider how true that is. I was raised by my parents who clothed me, fed me and drove me to school each day. I was raised by my friends who took me on day-long bike rides in the summer when we were 12. I was raised by my teachers who told me I had the strength to get through school and lead a fulfilling life. I was also raised by music. 

My brain chemistry would have produced a completely different entity if I hadn’t heard The Beatles when I was 4. I’d be unrecognizable if I hadn’t watched every Led Zeppelin live performance on YouTube when I was 13, and my high school diploma would have said “Evan Ringle” on it, but it wouldn’t be the same Evan Ringle if I hadn’t relied on Tame Impala lyrics to get through nerves and high school heartbreak. These artists are responsible for the callouses on my fingertips, and the shape of my prefrontal cortex. They were there...

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