We saw Prince live on Saturday, and it was amazing. The air? Electric. Some thoughts.
Iris tagged me in a chain status (So glad we’ve moved on from chain letters; what a disrespect to trees!) to “list ten albums that have stayed with you over the years in some way.”
I was at Craftsman & Wolves, paying for my sandwich and pastry to go, when “Creep” came on over the airwaves. The cashier and I started going “Whoa-oa-oa!” in throwbackers’ delight.
It took me hours to decide to go to Coachella. It took me a week to get all my thoughts down. Some music notes can’t go without being written down, even if well past the point of relevance.
They should really ban all sugars at Justin Bieber concerts because the adrenaline these kids are on is making them totally high.
“There’s a lot of me in this, it might not make any sense. I even sing on it at one point. I made this for me as a way to clear my head and my heart, but maybe you’ll like it too.
You bring the right equipment, you get hit on.
The last time I went to Coachella I was single. It’d been a few years – nearly five, to be more specific (and thus ends my excuse to link to … Continue reading