By Aubrey Canter
This week, the MOB traveled to Gallipolis to perform at the Drug Free Drug Rally. The energetic performance had a very positive effect on the crowd and other bands watching. The band earned a trophy and had a great performance to be proud of. Also, this week the MOB will be staying at home for the football game. This Friday is also senior night for our band and athletes. Come show your support for your favorite seniors and your Oaks football team. This Saturday, the MOB will be traveling to Logan for the band show. This is the biggest band show of the year and will feature about seventeen bands. The band show starts at 3:00 and will last around three hours. The MOB is set to perform around 5:45 and will be performing a mix of the “Paul Simon Show” and the “Halloween Show.” They will be featuring a new dance for the song “Thriller” by Michael Jackson. We hope that you will be able to catch one of the upcoming performances!
This week, the MOB will be performing two shows for the Friday night football game. They will be performing their “Paul Simon Show” during halftime, and their blackout “Movie Show” after the game. Since their blackout show got cancelled due to weather at the Oak Hill band show, they’ve decided to perform it after the home game vs Valley. The MOB also performed as a pep band during the junior high football game against Wheelersburg this past Thursday. The Junior high football team has won every one of their games this season, and the band will be there to cheer them on and celebrate their achievements. Also, next week on October 14th, the MOB will be performing at the drug free rally located at the Gallipolis park. There will be many other bands attending and showing off their musical skills as well. Many should attend to support these musical students, and all the hard work they have put in this far into the season. Marching season is coming close to the end, and for the seniors, this is their last ever marching season with their high school band. People should show up and support their band seniors for how far they have come, and all the great things they have done!
By Rebecca Toth
As I’ve said before, I will be typing about each song we are doing for choir, especially during slower weeks. “Connected” is a song that I do believe we aren’t singing at a concert, but we are using it for practice. Brian Tate is the writer of this song; he wanted it to be about unity, something fairly easy to learn and easy enough to understand and sing off book. This pop music inspired song is to help bring us together with its imaginative music and community-building texts to make it happen. “Connected” is a funky and rhythmic a capella piece. The lyrics emphasize the interconnectedness of individuals by repeating the phrase, “I am you are me” throughout the song. Brian Tate stated that “Connected came from a theory in quantum physics that I have always found quite amazing: in our human selves, we think of ourselves being in ‘containers’, and we see others as apart from us, different from us, with empty space in between. But when you get small enough, at a sub-particle level, the distinctions disappear - there is no difference between body, skin, air and the next body. It is all a continuum. Hence the lines ‘I am you are me,’ ‘Something between us that's greater than air,’ ‘It's just an illusion of me and you,’ ‘It’s a fact subatomically,.’ Interestingly enough, this features strongly in Buddhist philosophy going back over two thousand years.” Brian Tate often explores Buddhist themes in most of his songs, but this one is greatly known not to be easy but to be a great song about interconnecting even on a subatomic level. I think it is a wonderful piece and am kind of sad we won’t get to sing it for a concert, but I do love the song, and I’m glad we get to sing it, even if it's for practice. Source one (quote): https://www.sacredprofane.org/news/2021/5/28/nearness-of-you
Source two (Picture): https://www.halleonard.com/biography/412/brian-tate
As we sing these pieces for choir, I shall go into little depth about each of them and what they are about. “God Bless America” is a song that was made because Irving Berlin wanted to write a song about great peace. Berlin took this challenge of making this anthem that would inspire his fellow men to live in harmony. Berlin himself had already become a successful songwriter and had already lived through one world war, and the rise of Nazi Germany and knew a second one was brewing. He at first was going to call the song ‘Thanks America,’ but he didn’t like it, so he changed it to ‘Let’s Talk About Liberty’; that also didn’t get very far before he finally called it “God Bless America,” which is the current name of the piece. During the time Berlin wanted to release it, there were many other patriotic songs coming about, so he stashed it away. Two Decades later, Berlin went over the song and revamped the lyrics a little before finding someone to actually sing it. On Nov. 11, 1938, Kate Smith sang “God Bless America” as part of her Armistice Day broadcast (anniversary of the end of WWI).
By Skyler Mullins
(SPOILER WARNING)
The drama students finally finished watching the “Hadestown” musical, marking an end to having to see the elements of theatre within the show. While the beginning of the musical was bright and hopeful for change, the other portion was much more depressing and dramatic. The supporting woman lead, Persephone, had been taken from the surface too early, ending spring. According to the original myth, Persephone spends half of her time on Earth, and the rest in the underworld–creating the seasons. Because she was taken too early, cold weather soon arrived. This meant the struggle of citizens in poverty intensified. The female lead, Eurydice, had no choice but to take shelter from none other than the antagonist, Hades. He had offered her a “ticket” to the underworld, signing her soul away. This triggered the male lead, Orpheus, to go after the love of his life, spending ten years traveling to the underworld on foot. Instead of finding a traditional underworld setting, Hades had turned it into an industrial nightmare, repressing his lover Persephone. Orpheus was shocked to discover Eurydice had lost all sense of herself, working in the mines. With the boy being the son of a Muse, his music broke the workers from their trance. Using the weapon of song, he united the love between Hades and Persephone, ending the hostility. Unfortunately, Hades was reluctant to let go of his loyal workers who yearned for freedom. He decided to task Orpheus to take Eurydice and his workers in a single-file line and leave the underworld on foot, never to look back on the trip. When he nearly finished the journey, the Fates toyed with him, giving him paranoia. Just as he neared the end, he turned back. This led Eurydice and the workers to return to the underworld forevermore. But even in such a sad story, it repeats once more and more and more. Never-ending.
Having already gone through the elements of theatre, Mrs. King put on “Hadestown” for the drama kids to watch. As the students watched the musical, we applied the elements of theatre to the performance to better understand what they are with an example behind them. One element, atmosphere, was used in “Hadestown” from how the lighting changed. The musical references the seasons constantly and are differentiated through lighting to determine the type of atmosphere occurring during the scene. One moment, the stage is bathed in a warm light to represent spring, then the next cool or dim lighting to represent cooler weather. A key element, spectacle, was used in how something impossible happened. In a scene, the protagonist, the male protagonist, Orpheus, sang a song that would bring back spring. As a result, he created a flower out of thin air. When the female protagonist, Eurydice belted the lyrics, “shelter us”, the emotion the actor felt in this moment would be considered immersion as she fully immersed herself as the character. Almost as if she could feel Eurydice’s real pain. Each and every element used throughout the musical brings together a beautiful piece of art and creates the amazing show known as “Hadestown.”
By Abby Adkins
The Human Condition is a 1933 oil on canvas painting made by surrealist painter René Magritte. When making this, his only need was to challenge how every individual perceived the world around them. On its surface, it looks like a simple scene: an easel holds a canvas in front of the open window. This makes the viewer automatically assume that the canvas depicts the correct scene of what is outside without taking a look behind it. Thus, bringing me to a conclusion, Magritte's whole motive was to create an illusion. This work is a painting within another painting, use of a thematic device that is a way to communicate the message of the painting. To Magritte, no two people look at the world the same way; hence the analogy for the canvas: everyone sees life through their own canvas. This painting challenged anyone who looked at its eyes; many thought it was just a painting, while others saw past the canvas and wondered what was truly going on behind it. Most fail to see the world around them; Magritte helps remind us that our perception of truth is more often than not an illusion. Today it resides in the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. To this day, it serves as an intellectual mirror into the mind and soul. Source
Nighthawks is a 1942 piece that was painted by artist Edward Hopper. He began this work just a few weeks after the attack on Pearl Harbor, which left the state of America in paranoia. The silent, almost empty-looking diner represents the unsettling feeling left with most Americans. To add, the composition of this artwork is what really brings it to life and gives it emotion. Hopper used great contrasts of light and shadow to build up his piece. Taking a look at this painting, you can see there are 4 different figures inside. A man and woman who almost seem to be together yet out of it; across from them, a man sits with his back to the viewer whilst the tired-looking man works behind the counter. While observing the smaller details, you notice there is no definitive exit or entrance to the building, only a door leading to the kitchen. This was done intentionally to show the feeling of being trapped many felt in this time of war scares. There's a handful of people in the building, yet it still radiates a sad, almost gloomy feeling. All in all, he did an excellent job of portraying the mood and atmosphere of America in that time period. Today, Nighthawks resides in the Art Institute of Chicago, where it continues to captivate people each and every day. Source
Original stories written by C. A. Ruggles
The Magic Man: The Unwanted Guests
By C. A. Ruggles
It’s early in the morning. Now and then, a car rolls by. None of them stop at “Mr. Magic’s Magic Shop.” You would think the place is abandoned. Not a single car is parked outside. Not even the owners, if he even has one. Although weirdly, it seems like the place is always open. The store has never had a closed sign in the window for as long as anyone can remember.
A car comes speeding down the street. It quickly turns and parks in front of the store. Three men dressed in black with large duffel bags exit the car. They rush inside the store. The bell on the door rings as the men step inside.
The town of Howards Spire has never been right. There's always something going on in the shadows. Something mysterious and deadly, but never out in the open. Everyone who has ever lived in Howard's Spire will tell you that nothing is as it seems. Whatever you think is happening is most likely correct, but that’s just a small part of the picture. For years, the town has been plagued by death and misfortune. The people have lost hope, at least the ones that are still alive.
It doesn’t help that Howard's Spire has always looked dead. It's almost void of color. Black and gray houses around every corner. And it doesn't help that most of the people look dead. Some are dead on the inside. Being trapped in a place like this can do that to someone. Although others look dead and maybe, just maybe, they are…
In 1846, not much had been happening in the town of Howard’s Spire, but the mood had been off. New neighbors were moving in. Most of them are very strange. In the dead of night, the town council held a meeting at the church, and many of the residents flocked towards the building. All of them were waiting to have their questions answered about the new neighbors. Throughout the church, murmurs of worry and fear spread. The mayor of the town, Mr. Oper, stepped up in front of everyone.
“Silence, please! I know all of you have questions and will gladly answer them, but right now, we shouldn't be worried. Yes, the new people here might be off, but they are good for business. This influx of new townspeople is going to save us-”
A smaller woman stood up, “But they aren’t right; they look dead.”
Mr. Oper replied, “We are not to judge. All of us are the same. If you took a look at this town, you would think no one has lived here in years. We need this, and I beg all of you to be kind to those people. We need all the help we can get.” A man started grunting in the back of the church. “Baron, is there something you want to say?” said Mr. Oper in an annoyed tone.
The man in the back stood up. He was stumbling and swaying back and forth, beer bottle in hand. “Yeah! I do have a couple of things to say,” he said, slurring his speech. He took a drink from his bottle. “It's been 3 weeks since my boy went missing. AND NONE OF YOU ARE DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT! My Daniel went missing around the time THOSE NEW NEIGHBORS started showing up.”
One of the men up front in the council frowned. He asked, “And what was going on the night of his disappearance?” Baron went quiet; he started to clench his fists.
“You know nothing about what happened that night, Monty,” said Baron, trying to intimidate the man.
Monty smirked, “Oh, really, like most of this town didn't hear you yelling that night.” The room went silent. Baron tried to speak, but Monty wouldn’t let him. “You are a drunk. That's why your wife left, and I'm assuming your son did the same, but no, you can’t realize that you are the problem. You are the reason they left.”
“Say that again,” Baron said as he started to walk up to the front of the church where Monty was sitting. A group of men stopped Baron from getting any closer.
Monty began to make his way towards Baron, “You know what-”
“ENOUGH!” Yelled Mr. Oper. “Baron, please go home, and Monty, I would recommend you sit down and not say another word, or I’ll have you walking out of this meeting too.” Monty huffed and sat back down. Baron stumbled out of the building while mumbling curse words. Mr. Oper cared for his townspeople; he didn’t like seeing people fight.
Baron began walking home, huffing and puffing. It was almost impossible to see. The only thing that was visible in the dark was the church, which roared with complaints, and the tall dark trees that nearly blocked the moon. Baron took another drink from his bottle. It was keeping him warm. The snow started to pile on top of him slowly. He got slower in the way he moved. Taking tiny steps.
“It's freezing out here,” he thought to himself. As he looked around, he didn't recognize where he was. He was lost. He grew paranoid. He was looking everywhere, thinking something was out there in the dark, hiding in the snow. The wind sounded like whispers to him. He heard crunches in the snow, what sounded like laughter and hissing. “HEY!” he yelled out into the dark. Everything went quiet, not a single cricket; there wasn't even any noise coming from the church. “Are you FREAKS trying to mess with me?” Nothing, he waited and waited, but there wasn't any noise. “I’ll kill ya, right here and right… now.” Baron froze as he saw something just beyond the trees, right beside him.
“Dad,” muttered a figure in the shadows. “I need help,” it said quietly.
“Daniel. Daniel! Come here,” he ran towards the figure and readied up for a hug. Baron had so many questions. “Where were you? What made you think you could leave like that? Are you ok?” he took a better look at his son, squinting and rubbing his eyes. He looked perfectly fine. His curly, red hair looked clean and smelled as if it had just been washed. His clothes were clean, but those weren't his clothes. Daniel never had anything that looked that good.
Baron wasn’t the brightest man, but he knew something was off with his son. “Where have you been?” he said sheepishly. There was a pause, and then Daniel spoke.
“I made some friends, and they would really like to meet you,” Daniel said with a wide smile. Baron looked around, hearing footsteps from all over. He tightened his grip on his beer bottle, preparing to use it as a weapon.
Baron, getting frustrated, said, “Daniel, you stop this right-” Before he could finish his sentence, a figure jumped out at him. He swung his bottle. The glass shattered as it smashed against the figure's head. Baron looked in shock; he had seen the figure collapse. As he looked, he felt breathing coming down on the back of his neck. He spun around and swung his broken bottle again. The bottle went straight into Daniel's shoulder.
“Really,” Daniel said in a monotone voice. Baron fell to the ground, slowly moving back to the road and out of the woods. Daniel removed the bottle from his shoulder and looked down at his father.
“What are you?” muttered Baron.
“I’m your son, and I'm done with you. GET HIM!” he yelled as dozens of figures popped out from the shadows.
Baron got back on his feet. He ran out of the woods, tripping and stumbling. He yelled as he ran back to the church. “HELP, HELP ME,” he tried his best to make it to the church, but he wasn’t fast enough. He looked up at the church; it was only a hundred feet away. Then suddenly he was thrown off the road. His body rolled over to one of the many bushes that lined the road. He looked up at the road to find no one. He stood up, brushing the dirt and mud off himself. He thought to himself, “Maybe I do have a problem.”
Then two hands reached out from the bush behind him. Grabbing his ankles, Baron fell on his stomach. His hands grasped the ground in front of him. He is slowly dragged in as another pair of hands pulls him. Then another pair. Soon, twelve pairs of hands begin dragging him into the bush. He pleaded, “PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING.” Right before the bush fully engulfs him, a pair of shoes. A mysterious man looks down at Baron.
“That you will,” says the man. Baron looks up at the man and says one more word.
“Please”, by this point, Baron's whole body has been engulfed by the bush. Then one more pair of hands shoots out of the bush, grabbing his face and pulling him back into the bush. It shakes, and Baron lets out a blood-curdling scream. After a couple of minutes, Baron’s screams fade away. The moon illuminates the snow as it begins going from white to red.