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About Phoenix

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Spotlight Shines on MISSING PIECES by Earlene Walker

Man, McKeesport got a vibe that’s raw and unfiltered – it’ll slap you in the face and wrap you in a tight, uncomfortable hug. Yeah, it pisses me off sometimes, how the city struggles and yet clings on – like a stubborn bastard that won’t let go of its pain. But damned if it isn’t beautiful in its own fucked-up way.

‘Titanic: The Musical’ to set sail at McKeesport Area High School