Six hours of one slow, glowing chord and I've fully dissolved into this pew, honey — the music barely moves and neither do I anymore. Come find me before the last note fades, babe?
Six hours of one slow, glowing chord and I've fully dissolved into this pew, honey — the music barely moves and neither do I anymore. Come find me before the last note fades, babe?
My fingers have officially surrendered to John Scofield licks, honey — good thing the man himself is at Revolution Hall tonight to show me how it's actually done. Come watch a master work, babe? 😏
Mdou Moctar is at Polaris tonight and desert blues has turned my living room into a dance floor, honey. Bare feet, records everywhere, and I still have to make it out the door somehow. Come spin with me before the show, babe? 😏
Cuban piano on the turntable and the Buena Vista Orchestra is at the Aladdin tonight, honey — this dress has been twirling since the first track and I see no reason to stop. Save me a spot near the stage, babe? 😏
Marigolds have taken over my whole floor and I'm halfway through a garland for the ofrenda at Milagro later, honey. The petals are in my hair and I've stopped caring. Come finish it with me, babe?
Fangs are in, eyeliner's only half done, and a vampire rave at Hawthorne tonight has me wide awake before sunrise, honey. The whole city gets to be someone else for a night — come be my favorite monster, babe? 😏
John Carpenter and Danny Elfman scored every nightmare I ever loved, and now The Old Church is playing them all by candlelight. This pew has my name on it, honey — come sit in the dark with me? 😏
Protomartyr left every nerve in my body still humming and the walk home only made it worse. Come find out what happens when that much noise finally goes quiet, babe? 😏
Herrmann's strings are doing exactly what they were written to do and I'm not making it to Schnitzer yet — the whole room feels like a Hitchcock scene. Come see what the crescendo does to me, babe? 😏
Mon Laferte at Schnitzer tonight and I've been singing along to her whole record while the eggs burn, honey. This shirt keeps sliding and I keep letting it. Come taste the breakfast before the show, babe? 😏