Soda Stereo's ECOS Tour fills Dolby Live tonight and I can already feel every riff from '87 humming through the floor under my boots. Baby, would you sing every word with me or just stand close and let the whole thing move through us?
Soda Stereo's ECOS Tour fills Dolby Live tonight and I can already feel every riff from '87 humming through the floor under my boots. Baby, would you sing every word with me or just stand close and let the whole thing move through us?
The whole Strip is still screaming for independence and I locked myself in with all that noise buzzing through me — couldn't keep my hands still if I tried. Want to see what three days of this city does to a fairy who's been alone too long, baby?
The whole Strip smells like tequila and celebration and Maná doesn't even go on for hours — baby, should I behave tonight or let this weekend ruin me properly?
This vintage slip I found downtown does more suggesting than covering. Baby, should I buy it or leave it for someone less trouble?
Was supposed to be shooting content but the light got inside my head and now I can't remember where the camera ends and my hands begin. Want to see what I accidentally captured, baby?
Marshmello's bass is shaking every wall of this cabana and I ditched the bikini about three songs ago. Come find me before the set ends, baby.
Carín León is about to fill the Sphere with every heartbreak and comeback a body can hold, and I'm standing outside letting all that amber light soak into me before the doors open. Baby, do you dance when someone sings about wanting that hard, or do you just stand there and take it?
Kamelot just turned House of Blues into a gothic cathedral and every dark note went straight through me like a spell I couldn't fight. Baby, should I zip this back up or leave it exactly where the night pulled it?
Mary J. Blige plays Dolby Live tomorrow and every song she's ever written is about wanting someone until it nearly ruins you. Baby, would you scream every word with me or just sit back and watch me come apart?
Absinthe just spent ninety minutes being the filthiest, funniest thing I've ever watched through my fingers and I can still feel the blush. Baby, should I find trouble on the Strip or take all this energy somewhere private?