Liam Sweeny
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Lithium, Chptr. 7 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel shouldn’t have grabbed the paintings. They didn’t have room for them, and even if all he wanted to do was burn them, where could he even do that? Was he going to take Andy to the old party spot by the tracks and split […]
Mikaela Davis – An Xperience Interview – by Liam Sweeny. When you think of the harpsichord, you think of heaven, or something like it. You have notions of ethereal bliss. You recognize that it’s a hard instrument to play, but it’s not considered a hard-driving instrument like a six-string. But harpist Mikaela Davis, while continuing […]
Every festival worth its salt has vendors. In fact, it’s the vendors that sell the salt. Women Are Making Music (WAMM) Festival had a nice eclectic collection of vendors, selling everything from art prints to board games. Photography by Liam Sweeny. More from Liam Sweeny…
Pat Gerasia – Xperience History – by Liam Sweeny. Originally published October 2021. Drums are very guttural to the human experience. You could say that it is something that was one of the first elements of music, even from hunter-gatherer days. Throughout history, warring armies were at a disadvantage if they didn’t have a drummer. […]
Ron Sexsmith – An Xperience Interview – by Liam Sweeny. As a musician, you can’t break out simply by your own pluck. It takes a team. And moreover, it takes just a little bit of luck. In the case of celebrated Canadian performer Ron Sexsmith, that luck came when his music reached some very famous […]
Lithium, Chptr. 6 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel exploded a hotdog in the microwave. So did Andy. Mel’s was by accident, Andy’s, not so much, but Mel welcomed the culinary company. They managed to cook the remaining hot dogs and a can of beans in a plastic container they had to buy […]
Margo Macero – An Xperience Interview – by Liam Sweeny. In blues guitar, there are two things that can give me a thrill or a chill, or maybe both. One is a blistering, rapid-fire solo, and the other is the cry and wail of a single note. You don’t have to listen to Margo Macero […]
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