Salt, Ink, & Soul
Writing on food, family, and identity
“I write so that our food, our struggles, and our stories are never forgotten, but carried forward as legacy.”
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The Day Had to Come: Appetite for Destruction and the Limits of Endurance
By Kyle J. Hayes I knew this day would come. Not every album on this list could be a masterpiece. Not every record could shake my soul, move my spirit, or make me rethink everything I knew about music. Everything can’t always be perfect, or great, or even good, for that matter. But I never…
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On Uniforms, Crime, and the Price of Safety
By Kyle J. Hayes They’re calling in the National Guard. To Albuquerque, my city. Not for a natural disaster, Not to deliver food or clear debris after a storm. But to stand beside police officers—in full uniform, rifles slung, boots planted—to “assist” with crime. I understand the impulse. People are scared. They want safety, order, and…
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Does Listening to Superfly Make You Cool?
By Kyle J. Hayes Some albums sound cool. And then some albums are cool. Albums so effortlessly smooth, so drenched in style and swagger, that just pressing play feels like stepping into another world. Albums that don’t just make you nod your head but make you walk differently. Makes you feel different. And Superfly? Man. Superfly is one of those albums. Curtis Mayfield didn’t…
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Go Rin No Sho
I read a book in Highschool that mentioned it, read it once, read it again much later, then again , then again, each time learning something different.
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Hearing Born in the U.S.A. for the First Time—Again
By Kyle J. Hayes In 1984, Born in the U.S.A. was everywhere. It was the sound of shopping malls, car stereos, and bars with televisions blasting MTV. It was a staple, a part of the background noise of America, a song that seemed as inescapable as the country it was named after. And back then,…
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The Beat That Won’t Be Denied: Saturday Night Fever and the Sound of an Era
By Kyle J. Hayes Some albums exist within their time. Others are their time. You cannot think of the late ’70s—its fashion, excess, and nightlife—without thinking of Saturday Night Fever. You cannot think of Saturday Night Fever without thinking of the Bee Gees. And you cannot listen to this soundtrack without feeling the irresistible pull…
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