Took Dustin Lynch's Clean Slate a little too literally — fresh sheets, fresh skin, and one towel standing between me and a full reset. Come start the week over with me?
Took Dustin Lynch's Clean Slate a little too literally — fresh sheets, fresh skin, and one towel standing between me and a full reset. Come start the week over with me?
Suitcase open on the floor and I still can't commit to a single outfit. Everything's been tried on twice and ended up back in the pile anyway. Come help me choose?
La Roux is back with Old Flames and my whole synth-pop era just came flooding back — crate dug out of the closet, cases everywhere, In For The Kill already stuck in my head. Tell me which one I play first?
The devil option won and the horns are staying on until the last porch light dies. Getting-ready playlist is the new Halloween single and I'm running late on purpose. Come tempt me out the door?
Horns still on, first listen of Perfecth already halfway gone — Queens of the Stone Age timed this drop for exactly my kind of night. Tell me which track corrupts me first?
Jordan Rakei named the album A Safe Place To Be Wild and I took it literally — out here with nothing but moonlight and the first listen. Come be wild with me?
Celeste's Hedera landed and my bath just became a private venue. The water's gone lukewarm and I haven't noticed until now. Come keep me company in here?
Queens of the Stone Age and Pixies on the same bill and I'm refreshing like my life depends on it. One shirt, one tab, zero patience left. Tell me you'd come to this show with me?
Costume fitting round two and the devil option is winning by a landslide. Playing a part for a night sounds like exactly my kind of trouble. Which look do I commit to?
The Back to Black anniversary edition came with demos I've never heard and the kitchen turned into my listening booth somewhere around the second one. I'm in nothing but an oversized tee and the tea's gone cold. Tell me which unreleased track I should play next?