SoulMatters is an e-zine dedicated to music reviews, interviews, poetry, DJ spotlights, and up-to-the-minute music news. We provide cutting edge critiques of house music, hip-hop, R&B, funk/soul, jazz, reggae, rock and pop.
Founder/Editor
Cheryl Thompson
Born and raised in Toronto, Cheryl has been a freelance writer for several years. She's published articles and reviews in Exclaim! Magazine, hiphopcanada.com, and ViveleCanada.ca, and Chart Magazine. At her core, she is a music enthusiast, and her vision for SoulMatters is that it will eventually become Canada's leading source for commentary on hip-hop, R&B, house, jazz and soul. With your help, SoulMatters can set a new standard for urban music in Canada. If you want to join our team, drop us a line as we're willing to take anyone eager enough to join our team along for the ride.
Contributors:
Vee Manzerolle comes from a family of talented musicians. Ever since a young age she’s been fond of music and dreamt of becoming a musician. After failed attempts of learning how to play the violin, piano, saxophone, and more recently the guitar, she realized that being on that side of the music scene wasn’t her cup of tea. Surrounding herself with those who create and practice music she longed for her very own role in music. She finally realized that just because she doesn’t have the patience or passion to become a musician herself doesn’t mean she can’t write about it. When not writing about music you can find her checking out a local concert or wandering the streets of Toronto sporting her headphones.
Dan Verbin is a former Canadian University Press Arts Bureau Chief who likes to write about music and movies, in that order. He grew up in Toronto, listening to Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin and Miles Davis, where he first caught the writing bug working on his high school newspaper. Today, his musical tastes veer off in many odd and unusual tangents, but as of late, he's been on a Replacements binge. Currently, he lives somewhere in Ontario, where he's holed up with his enormous CD collection, several slabs of vintage vinyl and his computer full of mp3s. When not writing about music, he still occasionally performs it. But not in public. Luckily.
Martin John was born of a brown boy and a white girl, but looks kinda like something else. During the day he mangles people's hair with scissors for money, by night he is the enigma known as the Mysterious Reviewer. Will he be at your next show giving you the eye? Will he be propping your CD on a pedestal, or burning it as part of a voodoo ceremony? Whichever it is, let it be known that it is done with the most respect possible, because anyone that can actually play an instrument is leaps and bounds more talented then he.
