Now before I begin, I ask that you bear with me. I am in no way a music critic, music writer, or industry insider who happens to be connected by default.
I opened my arms and because they are so long — I hit the jug of liquid-wonder and it poured and stained the cloth.
I want to sit beneath the stars and rock out to this but it’s cold outside.
I want to walk through beads hanging from the doorway at grandma’s house .