Arielle Silver is a songwriter, storyteller, and teaching artist. She teaches in the Arts and Creative Writing departments in the Undergraduate Studies program at Antioch University Los Angeles, at UWisc-Madison's Summer Music Clinic, and for her online yoga studio Bhavana (pronounced: BHAH-Vah-Nah) Flow Yoga. She is also Program Manager at The SONA Foundation and currently serves as Board President of Folk Alliance Region-West (FAR-West).
Below are assorted links to some of her published literary essays, reported articles, lyric essays, and interviews from both interviewer and interviewee sides.
Below are assorted links to some of her published literary essays, reported articles, lyric essays, and interviews from both interviewer and interviewee sides.
Interviews
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5 QUESTIONS: ARIELLE SILVER
The Littlest Voice, March 2020 The quality of the sunrise through smoky air. A deep empathy for those in imminent danger. The feeling of fear that this could happen to me. The memory of times, in metaphor, when it has happened – when my life has felt like it has burned to the coals – and how that felt. Of all the things in my life that I believe are important, what would I really grieve? What can I really not live without? INTERVIEW
Indie Music Women, June 2020 On the road, restaurants frequently gave us their discarded oil, which we’d filter and recycle for our fuel tank. On many tour dates, like in Atlanta, Dallas, and Santa Fe, fans heard about our van and would come to our gigs with 5-gallon jugs of already-filtered oil for our tank. Over the course of the tour, the van needed a new windshield and a new set of tires, but we barely paid anything for fuel. INTERVIEW
Vents Magazine, June 2020 I believe music is a conversation, and allowing listeners to hear them helps me see if they’re solid enough to record. I don’t anticipate touring till this pandemic has run its course, however I have two book projects that have been on hold while I’ve been making this album. The other night, one of them started knocking at the edges of my dream, so maybe its time is coming. SILVER IS ALL ABOUT SECOND CHANCES
Pasadena Weekly, July 2020 It’s a hard time and it’s a strange time to have something to celebrate. I think, first of all, all of us need a light in the dark. We can’t just reside in the despair of global, economic and health crises. All of that said, we need music, art, connection and good food—all of the things that help us feel human together. INTERVIEW WITH ARIELLE SILVER
Indie Music Discovery, Feb 2020 We’d print out cards, usually hand-drawn, at the local Xerox shop. We’d lick the stamps. If someone wanted to hear our music, they had three choices: see us live, purchase a tape or CD from us at a show, or send a check in the mail and wait six weeks for the album to arrive in their box. Now, my friends and family in Europe stream my music. My dad in Florida can read the press. The folks on my mailing list and on social media write back. It’s no longer a one-way conversation. INTERVIEW
Burbank Arts Commission, Feb 2020 Not all art will speak to all people. But it is invaluable to our psychological wellness when we find a song, story, play, painting, or dance that taps on a bruise in our hearts. Those moments help us to know that no matter how isolated we might feel in our experiences, we are not alone. The artists creating those works are lighthouses in the dark, and sometimes literal lifesavers for a drowning soul. MEET ARIELLE SILVER
Voyage LA, Feb 2020 It’s a giant, unwieldy city with giant, unwieldy problems that come from an array of conflicts. We have housing problems, significant income disparity, political corruption, and inefficient channels for change that inevitably most negatively impact the most vulnerable among us. My expertise is not in politics, but I believe we can do a whole lot better than we’re doing. It’s heartbreaking how many people are living on the streets and in river-side tents. These are human beings scraping the barrel, and we call ours a first-world nation. |
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Essay / Poetry / Lyric Essay
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SOUND BEHIND THE SONG “Caribbean Blue” by Enya
Roland Articles, 2022 As a teen with dyed hair and ripped stockings, I wouldn’t have described myself as a new age fan. Still, with my CD/tape player tucked arms-distance from my pillow, Enya lulled me to sleep many nights. ALUMNI REMINISCE ABOUT MFA CHAIR STEVE HELLER'S MENTORSHIP AS HE RETIRES
Common Thread, June 2019 Word travels swiftly through the alumni channels of AULA’s low residency MFA in Creative Writing. Far-flung writers who rarely, if ever, engage together in person, we are nonetheless communicators whose favorite pastimes include such sport as report, recall, reflect, recount, respond. So when word came down the pike of MFA Professor and Chair Steve Heller’s impending retirement, the story-swapping commenced. HOW YOU SURVIVE A PANDEMIC
FAR-West Lockdown Lemonade, June 2021 And if a pandemic should overtake us again, or if some other disaster arrives, as it will, inevitably, because we live in an organic, temporal, and ever-changing world, one thing will never change as long as humans walk the Earth: the power of music and storytelling. While the form might change, the fundamental truth does not. THE BUSINESS OF MUSIC: Simple Ways to Polish Your Brand
Roland Articles, October 2020 When I was growing up, on every movie character’s nightstand was a Cheetos bag or Coke can. Those logos always faced the camera. It’s a different world now, and branding is no longer a dirty word. Nowadays, with social media, our personal and artistic lives bleed into each other. So, what does this mean to a musician ambivalent about branding? CROWDFUNDING AND HOW I RAISED $26,000
Roland Articles, September 2020 Though we humans say we want life to be easy, we constantly push ourselves outside of our comfortable worlds into adventure, invention, and discoveries. Inevitably, we encounter obstacles along the way. Often, the greater the obstacle, the greater the sense of accomplishment. You might take a spiritual outlook on this and see every obstacle as a question... RETURNING TO MUSIC: IT'S NEVER TOO LATE
Roland Articles, August 2020 At some point, there must have been warnings on plastic bags. The thought entered my dream a few years ago. In slow-motion, I found myself gazing out at the world. Like a tortoise bowing its head, I remembered I was carrying something precious in a plastic bag. I checked the bag to ensure the top was open and was relieved to find the contents unharmed. The sequence played over and over until I awoke. MOTHER
Accolades, March 2020
WORLD CHAMPION UNCOVERS HIS DESIRE TO HELP OTHERS
Antioch Alumni, March 2020
Questions arose about identity, external validation, intrinsic desires, and the root cause of his endless wanting for an elusive more. When his psychologist asked him, “Do you love swimming?” Rogan realized that beneath the medals, money, media, and applause lay a true passion for moving freely in the three-dimensional space water provides.
MOTHER
The Matador Review, Fall 2018 Get out, Mother said, and pulled the Volvo to the shoulder. Daughter got out. Mother drove off. South Florida summer heat, an unknown road, an unknown town; Daughter walked the white stripe. Man in a pick-up truck, man in a semi, man in a Honda, man in a Mitsubishi: Hey sweetie want a ride? Teeth clenched. Eyes to the white stripe. One hour. Two. White-painted combat boots; the asphalt white stripe. Man like a dad in a Lexus: Want a ride? Three days later, Mother returned. A REVIEW OF ANA MARIA SPAGNA'S UPLAKE
Brevity Magazine, June 15, 2018 "Thinking of my own cabin in the woods, I wonder if it was fear of my ability to sustain fascination with quietude that drove me back to the city. From the porch of her Stehekin home, Spagna, too, hankers for faster internet, multiculturalism, book readings, concerts, subways, restaurants, and museums. Winnowed with levelheaded contemplations, Spagna examines the timeless tension between wonder and stasis. She ponders how, or when, to engage or assuage her desires for novelty in the stillness of a quiet place." THE SLEEPING PORCH
Under The Gum Tree, October 2017 "My body shrank to the size of the crumble atop a sugar-dusted doughnut, one I hadn’t tasted in years, and I asked from my crumb-smallness how many times they had kissed. The boy I loved lied. Only once, he said from a far-off distance, like he and my crumb-self were stars apart." 
STEPMOTHERS: FROM SINISTER STEREOTYPE TO CONTEMPORARY COUNTER-NARRATIVES
Lilith Magazine, Summer 2016 Cover story feature "Without biological children of my own, I hang off the side of Rose and Shiloh’s tree like a forkless appendage grafted on later. It’s a wonky tree, but a common enough variety. When I try to envision our particular version, the kids swing from a bandaged broken limb between their mother and father. I like to think that despite the bandages, the added branches from me and (on their mother’s side) their stepfather and stepbrothers make the tree more lush." CLIFF SIDE
Jet Fuel Review, Issue 13 "He hunts satellites and shooting stars. Make a wish, one of us says. We go silent. The night pulses with cricketsong. This cusp of October is summer’s last hurrah, and the crickets in the chaparral cannot be still. Chirp, they cry. I am lost for a breath. Then, like a prayer: Keep this man healthy; take care of my man." CRIMPING THE EDGE
Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, Issue 15 "The thorns from the bushes inflamed my mother’s skin with painful welts, but she was hell bent on taming the wild into a garden, and she reaped the berries for pie and jam. For my mother, gardening, like marriage and motherhood and so much else, was a battle to wage. She also picked raspberries from behind the house near the apricot tree that never gave fruit. " SUNDAY MORNING
The Poet’s Billow, July 2016 Winner of the Bermuda Triangle Prize Pushcart Prize nominee Best New Poets nominee "The clouds sweep over the mountains. In their wake, rivulets, debris, and birdsong. It was rain that woke me at 2 a.m., dropped pitched rings on the metal chairs and glass tabletop, duller tap tap taps on the patio brick. The mockingbird started at 4. I clenched my teeth and three corners of the flannel sheet. It was the rain that woke me, but the cold that kept me up." 5 REASONS WRITERS SHOULD MOVE TO TAMPA
Literary Hub, April 13, 2018 "The flash-bang of thunderstorms a hundred days of the year has earned Tampa the dazzling title of Lightning Capital of North America. Yet, the electric city and greater Tampa Bay area also shimmer from the fusion of rich cross-cultural heritages, magnificent flora and fauna, and an ardent grassroots literary community that welcomes new writers-- or old writers seeking a warmer clime." HOW TO MAKE AN APPLE PIE
From Sac, December 2016 "Stir frequently. Call your stepdaughter Official Stirrer and fish a wooden spoon from the drawer. Feel a little irked that this baking business was her mother’s suggestion. She acts like everyone is her assistant. By making this pie, did you buy in?" THE PROMISE OF PURPOSE
Lunch Ticket Special, October 2017 (web) / March 2018 (print) "At its heart, social justice is a question of authority—who has it, what narratives are valued, and whose voices are heard. If LT’s mission is to publish those narratives… my own mission as editor was to hear the narratives of my colleagues on the journal, to value not just the work they did on the journal but what they could contribute to our behind-the-masthead community." MY MIDDLE SCHOOLER'S MOVING ON TODAY
Role/Reboot June 2014 "It’s a good name, “middle” school. They’re not quite who they used to be, and not quite yet who they’re becoming. We were so haughty at 6th grade orientation three years ago—we thought we knew our girl. But middle school is somewhere and nowhere at once, and like a tilt-a-whirl it shakes you up and spins you silly till you want to puke. Then it spits you out, wobbling on the street, in an dazed aftershock." LUNCH WITH AN AUSCHWITZ TOUR GUIDE
Moment Magazine, March 2013 “There’s a ski resort nearby,” he continued. “Toward the end of their holiday tourists sometimes wanted to get serious for an afternoon, so I’d bring them to the Camp. They always sang songs on the bus ride there.” He shuffled his cup across the water mark on the table, and then added, “Afterwards, on the ride back to the hotel you could hear a pin drop.” FORGIVENESS AFTER AN AFFAIR
Role Reboot, April 2013 "Maybe, ultimately, optimism is what makes us hang around too long. Then at the very end, in our rush to be free, or our attempt to hold on, we wreak havoc. Over the years, as I made my way through layers of healing, I discovered my own culpability." HOW I CAME TO ACCEPT MY PARTNER'S EX-WIFE
Role Reboot, March 2013 "You can see the faint blue of her early words on the palimpsest’s dry-erase surface. Shiloh never cares about the remnants of her past projects, and I find them strangely precious. I try to learn from her. The blue traces on her white board are like the girls’ heights we pencil in on the kitchen doorframe. They are markers of time passing, and growth." |
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