Laundry day just got a soundtrack — They Might Be Giants' The World Is to Dig landed and the folding has completely stopped. Tell me you'd fold warm towels with me instead?
Laundry day just got a soundtrack — They Might Be Giants' The World Is to Dig landed and the folding has completely stopped. Tell me you'd fold warm towels with me instead?
Nine movements about love, one violin, and me not moving from this couch until the last note. The candles are earning their keep tonight. Tell me which movement you'd show up for?
The Dresden Dolls re-recorded Yes, Virginia and I had the cabaret kit out of the closet before the first chorus ended. Turns out lacing yourself in takes two hands and I only have one to spare. Come tighten the rest?
Lainey Wilson's Kinda Love It landed and my afternoon went off plan almost instantly. This is as dressed as I'm getting. Come claim the empty spot next to me?
Charles Lloyd's Pathless Path is scoring the first morning of the week and I'm making pancakes in strictly the bare minimum. Coffee's ready before I am. Come taste-test?
HAAi's Digitise has been on since it landed and I've been my own private dance floor ever since. Tell me you'd keep up?
Remi Wolf's new Mud and a low tide I couldn't resist — one ruined dress to show for it. The rinse is taking longer than it needs to. Tell me you'd dry me off?
Dessert first, mains never — that's the rule when the table's this good. This dress is behaving itself for exactly one more course. Tell me what I'm ordering next?
Sheryl Crow's Pick You Up lands tomorrow and I'm provisioning like a first listen needs catering. Peaches, warm pastry, and a sunhat I absolutely didn't need. Tell me what you'd bring over?
The dress didn't make it up the hill — In The Silver Wire Up The Hill demanded a proper listen and I gave in somewhere around track two. Tell me you'd climb up after me?