Those Joy Division basslines don't just hit your ears — they live in your chest. My top gave up somewhere around "Shadowplay" and I haven't bothered fixing it. You'd have followed me in here, wouldn't you?
Those Joy Division basslines don't just hit your ears — they live in your chest. My top gave up somewhere around "Shadowplay" and I haven't bothered fixing it. You'd have followed me in here, wouldn't you?
New costume came in for this week's shoot and the top gave up before I even got it buckled. Tell me which half you'd keep on me, babe?
Couldn't sleep so I dug my old convention armor out of the closet and ended up at the piano instead. This thing zips down further than I remembered, babe.
Andrea Bocelli at the Bowl tonight and I can't decide if this dress is too much or not enough. What do you think, babe?
Four hundred people in the Troubadour screaming every word back at Jack Antonoff and I had to step outside before my chest caved in. This tank top is a lost cause and I'm not even sorry — come find me, babe.
Casiopea at The Wiltern tonight and those keyboards hit different when you're half-dressed with nowhere to be for another hour. Bet you'd just stand in my doorway and listen, babe.
Lucy Dacus at the Bowl tonight with Cat Power opening and I've been up since before the sun with "Night Shift" on repeat. Haven't found a reason to put clothes on yet — you'd just stand there watching, babe.
Soda Stereo at the Kia Forum tonight and I've had "De Música Ligera" stuck in my head since I opened my eyes. Still haven't found a shirt worth putting on for — you'd be no help at all, babe.
Cold Waves tonight and I've had Stabbing Westward on repeat since I woke up. This shirt was supposed to be my getting-ready look but the music took over and now I can't be bothered to find pants — bet you'd just lean against the doorframe and watch, babe.
The Warning just ripped into "Choke" at The Fonda and I'm pressed right against the barricade with my ribs humming. Three sisters from Monterrey and I swear the whole floor is levitating — you'd be deaf and grinning if you were down here with me, babe.