Jamie xx and Harry Styles under one roof tonight, so obviously my pre-game is a slice and black coffee at the counter like a civilized man. The sketchbook already has the light rig drawn before anyone's even plugged in. Tell me your pre-show ritual, darling — mine ends with company.
Failure's at Warsaw tonight and the riffs have been stuck in my head since the ticket confirmation — the shower was supposed to calm me down and it is doing the opposite. Want to come make it worse, darling?
Every shop window on my block is already screaming pumpkins, so the blinds are staying down until November — I don't do spooky season. Hiding from October with my sketchbook and not much else on. Come keep the scary stuff away from me, darling?
There's an entire festival downtown dedicated to mushrooms and I'm the guy asking the ID table if my pizza topping qualifies. The rain's supposed to crash the party soon — come get weird with me before it does, darling?
Chrono Trigger with a full orchestra at the Garden and I'm losing the race to get dressed. Shirt's coming with me into the cab — tell me which buttons you'd leave open, darling?
Night run ended and sleep never showed up — now there's a sunrise festival down at the pier and I'm actually considering it. Talk me into staying up for it, darling?
There's a talk uptown tonight about design and speed, and I've been drafting questions for the panel since my first coffee. Until then the tie stays loose — come undo it properly, darling?
Knocked Loose and Denzel Curry take over Pier 17 tonight and the Linkin Park kid in me is already bouncing off the walls. Still steamy from the shower and the towel is losing the argument about jeans. First pit of the fall — wish you were getting shoved into me in it, darling?
The workday is already open on my laptop and I'm still losing this argument with my own bed. Tell me, darling — would you drag me out of it, or climb in?
Frieren with a full live orchestra at Carnegie Hall tonight — the anime kid in me has been awake since dark deciding what one wears to cry in the fancy seats. Come pick my outfit, darling, before I show up in a hoodie.