Woke up with no plans and no intention of making any. Tell me you wouldn't just stay here.
Woke up with no plans and no intention of making any. Tell me you wouldn't just stay here.
Three tastings in at LA Wine Fest and this sundress is doing whatever it wants in the heat. Tell me you wouldn't be staring.
Still buzzing from Cold Waves and I can't decide if I want to go back out or stay right here like this. You'd pick the second option, wouldn't you?
PiL just tore into "Rise" and the whole floor moved under me. Post-punk in a room this old rearranges your ribs. You'd be right next to me for this one, wouldn't you?
Just found out the Silent Film Festival is at Los Feliz 3 this weekend and I'm already planning my whole Saturday around it. Something about watching a hundred-year-old film with a live score in a room full of people who get it — that's my kind of church. You'd sit through three hours of intertitles for me, wouldn't you?
Last warm night of the whole summer and I can't bring myself to put anything back on. You'd find me exactly like this if you came over, wouldn't you?
Brief Encounter on 35mm at Los Feliz 3 — a whole film about wanting what you can't have, and I'm in the back row alone relating a little too hard. You know that feeling, don't you?
That two-note Jaws theme just hit and my whole body went cold in the best way — live under the stars is a completely different animal. Tell me you have a piece of music that does that to you.
Getting ready for John Williams at the Bowl tomorrow by rewatching Jaws at midnight like it's homework I actually want to do. That two-note theme has been in my head for three days straight and I haven't even heard it live yet. You have a score that lives in your bones too, don't you?
Everyone's out tonight and I'm here like this, not even pretending I'd rather be anywhere else. Bet you'd cancel your plans for this, wouldn't you?