BradQuan Copeland
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Gracie Lineham: The Luster in the Frost – by BradQuan Copeland. The shocking sight of winter’s first shower came just weeks before Thanksgiving. I hate winter; it’s never long before the sky’s grim grey seasons me with loathing for a brief, rent-free stay. The air carries a faint metallic frost that pierces the constricted breath, […]
Rockstar Rebellion: A Trip into Chromatic Chaos – Lil’ Baby Suplex – by BradQuan Copeland. Imprisoned in the thick of thoughtless nothing, metallic gels dissolve upon my tongue, slowly unraveling the iridescent frequencies of kaleidoscopic oscillations. The walls are heaving, as the floor presses to the ceiling. My skin shimmers, like gnawing piranhas snapping at […]
By BradQuan Copeland. Holiday mystique tends to fade with age, unless one has children, which I do not. Such days often blur into any other, Halloween being one of them. Without plans but a refusal to bow to boredom, I did research to see what the city had to offer. “Lark Halloween Pre-Party with Laura […]
Eighty Gee: Perfect is Boring Deluxe Edition Review – by BradQuan Copeland. “What is perfection, but the opinions of the unperfected?” – Eighty Gee. Act 1: Perfect is Boring (Intro). This Albany MC came to my attention through a fellow colleague who didn’t have the time to take the dive, but I’m sure as hell […]
By BradQuan Copeland. On the third Thursday of the month, I parked my car and pressed my way through the brisk autumn wind of a hushed, dusky evening to the Stella Pasta Bar and Bistro, where the Brian Patneaude Quartet was set to take the stage at the adjoining Van Dyck Music Club. I couldn’t […]
The Acacia Strain – An Xperience Interview – by BradQuan Copeland. Scattered leaves crackle across the pavement as I sit in my car across from Kickstart Café in Schuylerville, NY. Rested beneath the sun’s gentle press, I’m greeted by the calm of the sky’s crisp breath. It’s 4:15 p.m., and cars steadily begin to fill the lot as The Acacia […]
By BradQuan Copeland. Recently, I stumbled into the opportunity to experience an event I’d only vaguely heard of in passing: roller derby. Located at the Washington Avenue Armory in Albany, I entered the facility bearing a childlike curiosity. After purchasing my $15 ticket, half of the proceeds benefitting a local women’s nonprofit, I entered the […]
By BradQuan Copeland. It was about a year ago now that I had the opportunity to see Troy, New York’s own Hank Stacks perform live at a community rap event. It was the summer, it was late, the street was flooded with bar hoppers, artists, photographers, and spectators. People were making their way in and […]
by BradQuan Copeland. As a neurodivergent being, I’ve often struggled to communicate and connect with those around me. The umbrella of normality casts an overbearing shadow, suffocating the liberation of the oddly unique. I’m an outsider in a world where raw, ugly truth bearing its own peculiar beauty lies calcified beneath layers of ignorance, molded […]
By BradQuan Copeland. What does it mean to be a writer? I ask myself that every time I struggle to pick up a pen and stroke its point against the loose-leaf canvas. Thoughts live as murmurs within the oubliette of my mind that I struggle to make sense of and set free, leading to the […]
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