PIUKEONA by WELDON KEKAUOHA. Story by N.T. McQueen.
Island vibes drift from every campsite or group, creating an endless wave of music. For better or for worse.
MARIA LISBOA by AMALIA RODRIGUES. Story by N.T. McQueen.
The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
THE STABLE SONG by GREGORY ALAN ISAKOV. Story by N.T. McQueen.
On her trip, she bought a baggy t-shirt at a thrift shop. Being the resident movie/book/music encyclopedia, she had asked me while she was gone if I had heard of Gregory Alan Isakov.
SWEET EUPHORIA by CHRIS CORNELL Letter by N.T. McQueen
Sitting in the pew of a small, Mexican church and hearing the tears of a broken family while Mother Mary looked down upon them. Same pain, different name.
CENTRE STAGE N.T.McQueen
Throughout my life, music has influenced me creatively and spiritually, says N.T.McQueen in our latest Centre Stage profile.
I’LL BE GONE by LINKIN PARK. Letter by to Chester by NT McQueen
I heard about the end in July 2017, only a few months after Chris Cornell took his life, and a part of my youth seemed to die with you.
ELVA by UNWRITTEN LAW. Story by NT McQueen
It’s a rhythm one could argue is difficult to not slow dance to and, in the sun and in love, I lifted her hand into mine and we danced together.
BETWEEN THE BARS by ELLIOT SMITH. Letter by N.T. McQueen
Intention often gets forgotten when it comes to art and all that remains are interpretations. How others remember our insides in music or words or pictures is what survives time.
HE ALOHA MELE by IVA KINIMAKA. Story by N.T. McQueen
The girls signed up for hula lessons, learning the sacred moves of the kanaka. Moves of a gentle, spiritual sway where the hands told the story, sweeping and waving to talk story with each movement signifying a deeper resonance with the past and the people.
DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER by OASIS. Story by N.T. McQueen.
When the plodding piano intro of Don’t Look Back In Anger came through the speakers Oasis’ extraordinary had transformed our ordinary and the truck no longer drove but soared on the melody.