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I’ve read countless articles on Medium about “How To” make hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars on this platform each month. I appreciate and enjoy all of them.
What seems to be lacking however is the more realistic, less extravagant, and infinitely more attainable, “How to earn $1 to $5 a month on Medium” articles. Fear not my probably average, mostly overlooked, fellow coffee money writers, I’ve got you. Your worries are over and I will reveal all of my secrets.
If it sounds like I’m taking a shot at those making a killing each month writing on the same…
Writing poetry or articles, as I’ve been doing weekly (sometimes daily) here on Medium for the past year, is a lot easier than writing an entire piece about myself…but here goes!
Hi, my name is Rob Janicke. I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York but don’t have the accent to prove it. I got rid of that a long time ago. Catch me when I’m tired or after a couple of glasses of wine and it may spill out a little bit.
I’m 47-years-old, have been married since 2012, have two kids (7 and almost 5) and I’m…
After reading this piece by my friend Reuben Salsa about musical moments in history that took hold of your soul with no intentions of letting go, I had to follow suit and relive what that moment was for me.
Without knowing I was searching for direction at the time, the late 1970s had already begun providing a sonic map for me to follow. My roads were littered with bass lines and kick drums, guitar riffs, and holy screeches from the throats of long-haired, mystical figures. I was on my way.
The 80s shaped and defined those newly formed musical muscles…
Words like blood on a page,
cracked and dried from past lives lies.
Lines are daggers taking aim at your heart,
built up by fear and loneliness of thought.
The strides you took and the dreams you had,
were crumpled and torn the moment ink hit the paper.
They mock and ridicule as your eyes scan for meaning,
“you’ll screw this up too,” whispers each smug syllable.
Another page becomes another day,
every word a lost opportunity, an unanswered prayer.
We do it again, it’s a noble fail,
live along the lines while falling and scratching for some leftover air.
“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.” — Plato
Unpopular take warning
I do not like The Cure. There, I said it. I feel lighter now.
It got me thinking though, why do some people love certain bands and artists and others don’t? It’s quite personal but very mysterious in so many ways.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I was introduced to the British band Gomez with their debut album (pictured above), Bring It On, when it was released in 1998. It’s always a good idea to befriend people several years younger than you on the music scene for reasons such as this.
As the Seattle explosion from the early 90s had fizzled out and we inched closer towards 2000, a new sound was creeping through the British underground. …
Music is many things. It’s a sound we sing along with, dance to, and generally have a great time with. It’s a sonic pleasure that breaks all language, cultural, and societal barriers. At its core though, it’s something bigger than all of that.
Music connects people…and human connection is a basic need everyone on earth shares. It’s that important.
The founders of Makerpark Radio, Kristin Wallace and Tom Ferrie, a married couple who love music more than most people I’ve ever met, had the vision to connect people through music and what they came up with has turned into something…
Secrets are just silent demons we bury like feelings.
Lies are the truths we tell because those truths shall not be revealed.
Wash away the sadness only to bathe in pain, rinse and recycle.
Remember the rules and lessons they taught? Have you figured out they were wrong yet?
Those voices in your head, annoying as they might be, have your best interest at heart.
The world outside is simply looking for a misery partner.
Swings and porches, barstools and dirty floors, your personal (off) yellow brick road. …
Owner at SoundEvolution Music independent record label and co-host of The Riff Podcast Join me on Twitter @RobJanicke & on IG @rob_janicke.