Mannie Quinn's Manic Quorner

Chromatica hits you in the mouth with all the beauty of a rainbow, but falls just short of the double rainbow I secretly want DISCLAIMER Now I am by no means an authority on music or its crafting. In fact, the extent of my music ability is being blessed enough to be able to sing on beat. But its the internet and i've got nothing better to do so here's my opinion anyway      Hi there, welcome to what I hope is the start of a new series on this blog where I give my first impressions of new music. Welcome to what I am tentatively calling Track Reacts .  If you were nice enough to read the red text above this, you'd know that I love music and would love to hopefully have at least one album over the course of my life but am otherwise woefully lacking in the musical skills department. Now you might be asking yourself then, what credibility do you, Mannifred Quinnzelle, have to critique music that's been labored on by people vastly more talented than yourself?  None. None at

dear ms. rona, you're a bitch and i don't like you. periodt.     A very good friend of mine, (@kris_tea_anne on IG) recently asked me to stop by during quarantine to help them put some life into the live-read of their poem. Don't worry dear reader, we stayed 6ft. apart in accordance with proper social distancing etiquette. Below is the transcript of the poem and what Kris wanted to say to #dearcovid19 dear ms. rona   hey bitch. but before we read, let’s get one thing straight miss thang when I say bitch   I don’t mean biiiitch for when the tea is hot or even biiitch for when you spy a juicy thot    no honey, I mean bitch as in bitch   who do you think you are running ‘round leaving scars hmm? now that that’s been settled welcome back to my YouTube channel and let the dragging of covid commence lookie here bitch you come into my house where you weren’t invited crash on my couch and made people short-sighted i will never forget the toilet paper   cmon y’all we're all in t