of music Bex Peterson Editor-in-Chief The sound some American friends of mine when I ought up one of the most cherished and beloved songs from my ’gos childhood. I'm talking, of course, about Prozzak’s “Omobolasire’—an upbeat pop-punk ballad about falling in love with a Nigerian princess. I discovered a few things over the course of the conversation that followed. The first was that for all the heavy East London inflection Prozzak places on their lyrics, the band is entirely Canadian, and only affected the accent because they felt it suited the aesthetic of the song. The second thing that I learned was that Prozzak was, apparently, not quite the international hit band I thought it was. No one in the room aside from me and my sister had any idea what this song was and were not convinced Jin over a week ago ago I was talking to r Room 1020 - 700 Royal Ave. Douglas College New Westminster, BC, V3L 5B2 604-525-3542 Bex Peterson Editor-in-Chief M editor@theotherpress.ca James Moore Layout Manager M layout@theotherpress.ca Katie Czenczek News Editor © news@theotherpress.ca Jessica Berget Opinions Editor M opinions@theotherpress.ca Greg Waldock Web Editor © webeditor@theotherpress.ca of its brilliance upon watching the music video. CanCon laws strike again, I suppose, because I’m pretty sure I remember hearing “Omobolasire” on public radio a Jot in the ’gos and early 2000s. That song is dear to me the way a lot of questionable ‘gos pop ballads are dear to me. There’s something about the sound that instantly transports me back to the soft, colour-shifting glow of my cousin’s fibre optic lamp, blasting Z95.3 from her silver and turquoise radio. Those songs always made me feel kind of cool, a little older, like I was starting to get a handle on this whole big wide world I’d managed to stumble into by virtue of existence. I'd sing along to Backstreet Boys’ “Shape of my Heart” like I was a hard-living ex-lover full of empty promises and regret, instead of a seven-year-old with pigtails whose biggest regret was not telling a fellow classmate | had a crush on them before they switched elementary schools (Graham, if you're out there, I'll always remember our time @ theotherpress.ca © editor@theotherpress.ca ¥ © /theotherpress f/douglasotherpress Caroline Ho Assistant Editor MV assistant@theotherpress.ca Lauren Kelly Graphics Manager © graphics@theotherpress.ca Sonam Kaloti Arts Editor M arts@theotherpress.ca Brittney MacDonald Life & Style Editor M lifeandstyle@theotherpress.ca Isabelle Orr Entertainment Editor © humour@theotherpress.ca Horoscope, cover and feature illustrations by Cara Seccafien playing Red Rover together during recess). Music can viscerally transport us to certain times, certain feelings, in a way that other mediums just can’t quite capture. Regina Spektor, Owl City, Imogen Heap, and Lights provided the soundtrack to most of my high school years; Imagine Dragons covered that uncertain summer between graduation and university when I was starting to doubt the program and major I'd signed up for. Coldplay, of course, the subject of this week’s feature, has been there for nearly all of it. | remember watching Coldplay’s music video for “Talk” on my mom’s computer back when computer rooms were a thing; my sister played Viva Ia Vida on a loop when it came out, and I listened almost exclusively to its accompanying EP, Prospekt’s March, when I travelled to England with my choir. Mylo Xyloto holds a special place in my heart, as I listened to that album front to back again and again during one of the summers | spent working in a bookbinding Angela Ho Business Manager Jacey Gibb Distribution Manager Meghan Lin Production Assistant Cara Seccafien Illustrator Tania Arora Staff Reporter Naomi Ambrose, Roshni Riar Staff Writers Billy Bui Staff Photographer Jerrison Oracion, Duncan Fingarson, Janis McMath Senior Columnists factory. Perhaps because of Coldplay’s ubiquity, it seems like everyone has at least one Coldplay song they can tie a strong memory too. The power of music really can’t be understated. I feel like we sometimes take it for granted because of how easy to access it is these days (I’m old enough to remember sitting beside the radio with a tape recorder waiting for a song I liked to come on the radio, so I could add it to my mixtape). Still, I really recommend revisiting some of your old favourites—and I'm talking really old, songs you haven't heard in over a decade. You might be surprised what memories are lurking amidst the beats. Until next issue, Bex Peterson Bex Peterson The Other Press has been Douglas College’s student newspaper since 1976. Since 1978 we have been an autonomous publication, independent of the student union. We are a registered society under the Society Act of British Columbia, governed by an eight-person board of directors appointed by our staff. Our head office is located in the New Westminster campus. The Other Press is published weekly during the fall and winter semesters, and monthly during the summer. We receive our funding from a student levy collected through tutition fees every semester at registration, and from local and national advertising revenue. 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