(Note: This is a guest post from Ian Gassman, a Denver-based journalist and musician. Ian is one of Volume's external music reviewers - his insights are invaluable. Enjoy!)
I hate to go all “holiday cliché” with this post, but there is nothing better than opening a present before Christmas. That’s why, today, Volume will be giving out five local albums to any Denver Public Library cardholders.
An invitation to the table is a sign of inclusion and ultimately, power. If you were relegated to the kid's table during family events, you know what I am talking about. Not all tables are created equal.
During the 1950's contractors in Beijing, China, were required to include huge basements in all new construction. Meant to serve as air raid shelters, the basements were equipped with electricity, plumbing and sewer pipes. Currently, due to a huge population increase in Beijing, an estimated one million immigrants (usually young people starting their careers in the city) live in these catacombs - one, two, or even three stories below ground, in spaces averaging around 105 square feet.
At the Park Hill Branch Library, instead of a Teen Book Club, we have a Teen B.U.I.L.D. club. B.U.I.L.D. stands for Believe, Understand, Imagine, Learn, Discover or Build Unrealistic Items and Live Destiny or Build Useless Ideas, Later Destroy or maybe something else entirely different. We're kind of loose with what the acronym stands for but what it boils down to is once a month Teens get together at Park Hill and we make something creative together. Sometimes it involves creative writing, sometimes it involves visual art, usually its a mixture of both.
The 2006 book "Enrique's Journey," based on author Sonia Nazario's Pulitzer Prize-winning series for the Los Angeles Times, follows a Honduran boy as he travels alone across Mexico, trying to reach the United States in search of his mother.
So I’ve had this vision. It’s of Bill and Ted, grown older – maybe a little wiser. They have jobs and families, expanding waist lines and thinning hair. But still, when they encounter something that is most excellent, something that rejuvenates them and makes them feel alive, even if for just a moment, they discreetly lean back and play a wicked air guitar. It’s not quite as loud as we all remember; it’s not quite as fast. But it is as necessary as ever – maybe more necessary now than it’s ever been. It’s a reminder that hey hey, my my, rock & roll can never die.