We at The Bucket encourage everybody to educate themselves on systemic racism in the U.S. and beyond, as well as antiracist strategies and ways to support BIPOC artists and creators. Though there are a wealth of these resources available online, we have compiled a brief list of resources dealing specifically with supporting BIPOC content creators.… Continue reading Resources for Supporting BIPOC Artists and Dismantling Systemic Racism
In the spring we started collecting, here are some of our favorite memories.
I live in Sierra Madre, a town of 10,000 people and a suburb of Los Angeles. The Angeles National Forest, a wild and mountainous area, borders the town on the north, and the sprawling metropolis of greater Los Angeles surrounds the rest of town. Sierra Madre is mostly a residential community; most people who live… Continue reading Wildlife and People and Bears, Oh My!
I ran into this issue a lot when putting together the second issue of No Fidelity, this April: There is no good way to say anything about anything right now. Everything seems trite, nothing seems to do anything justice, all sense seems lost in this sort of primordial soup into which everything seems to have… Continue reading A Bucket Goodbye
They say the full moon makes lunatics of us all and I agree when I look at it, floating through the chlorine. I decide that it controls more than just the tides. My hair latches onto my skull when I kick myself upright and I agree when I look at him as I’m treading water… Continue reading Campfire Pantoum
I leave Crimson Canyon with this intrepid group of newborn explorers – Xia Mei, Lili, and Mao Ping. As we make our way to Yellowstone, I begin to learn more about them through shared experiences in the ash dunes.
It’s the little pills behind thick bars, the hurling whites and blues, the sweet veins of consumption; It’s that hard plastic taste, those light strips, bright frost, this mundanity in bloom; It’s her rubberband cry, her satin march, her chorus of keening tongues; It’s walking home, breathing in, gilded heat.
Quarantine made me do it. Starting back in the fall, I found myself categorizing my music by theme. I compiled songs about leaving home, songs about love, songs about growing up. As the summer progressed, it became more specific: songs that included or consisted of spoken word over music, songs about rain, songs about birds,… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Complete
Sunday While Sunday is technically the first day of the week, let’s be honest, it’s really the last, and some songs are all too aware of this fact. Etta James’s soulful “A Sunday Kind of Love”, No Doubt’s “Sunday Morning”, Lonely God’s “Sunday”, Earl Sweatshirt and Frank Ocean’s “Sunday”, and The Strokes’ “Why Are Sundays… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Sunday
Saturday Saturday is, classically, the best day of the week. Surprisingly, not all Saturday songs are as upbeat as one might expect. Sure, there are a bunch of songs that frame Saturdays as celebrations. Elton John’s “Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)” off of his seminal record, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Khalid’s “Saturday Nights”, the 80’s… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Saturday
Friday The Friday songs are a riot. As we’ve been expecting, the dominant narrative about Friday is that it’s a day for fun, usually in the form of a party that lasts until Saturday. Not all songs mention parties, but most have the message of throwing away one’s inhibitions and very often, money. Here goes… Continue reading Eight Days a Week: Friday