Kyns Articles

From the crackle of our kitchen's Philco to the sleek screens today, music's been my constant companion. Growing up, Dad would sing along to Sinatra while tinke...

As a kid growing up in the golden age of radio, I'd curl up beneath the blankets, transistor pressed tight, listening to the masters spin their tales. Lux Radio...

There's just something special about the rhythm of the mill, the roar of the furnaces, the clank of metal against metal. Those days, they shaped me, molded me i...

Before the digital age took over, us young bucks had arcades to call our playground. Nothing beat the buzz of adrenaline coursing through your veins while battl...

Penning these thoughts brings a strange comfort, a way to wrestle with the ghosts that haunt me. Here, in the stillness of my room, I can almost hear their voic...