Blake Williamson

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Blake’s Beats: Muncie happy places

I’d like to highlight some of the places here in Muncie that have become beacons of hope and cliched “Happy Places” for me. Check them out! See what they do for you, maybe they’ll become your happy place too.


Blake’s Beats: Why I’m regretfully excited about the NFL season

Sundays used to be a holy day. The living room was my church, and I prayed with conviction to the altar of National Football League.  I would stroll into the old RCA Dome with my grandfather, knowing nothing else other than I was happy if the team with blue horseshoes on their helmets won, and I was so unreasonably sad if they lost.   I was blissfully ignorant to the carnage happening in front of me, and behind the scenes too.


Blake's Beats: For Mac, thank you

I was in Target when I got the news. I feel my phone vibrate, and I see a text that contains a sentence I won’t soon forget: “Mac Miller is dead.” 


Blake's Beats: On the death of physical music

The sound of the plastic wrap tearing off of the case, the first look of the artwork on the booklet, taking the disc out and popping it into the stereo for the first time; this ritual took place every time I opened a new CD.


BLAKE'S BEATS: What Cudi taught us

Words cannot even describe how much Scott Mescudi’s music has meant to me over the years. I am sure I'm not the only one. It has been in my headphones, my car, my room and my laptop.


BLAKE'S BEATS: When music fails us

Once hip-hop artists make it out of the hood and have some influence, why is that criminal lifestyle they might have once lived still their main subject matter?