Chat Pile has the Belasco tonight and I'm getting ready the slow way — fishnets on, dress nowhere in sight, boots taking their sweet time. I don't rush for anyone. Think you could stand there and watch me work?
Chat Pile has the Belasco tonight and I'm getting ready the slow way — fishnets on, dress nowhere in sight, boots taking their sweet time. I don't rush for anyone. Think you could stand there and watch me work?
The Growlers sent me home with their whole sound still ringing in my ears and the dress never made it past the door. Boots stayed on though — come see if you can get them off me.
Bruno Mars told a whole stadium to get romantic and I took it as instructions. Sequins, nothing underneath, and I showed up late enough to make an entrance. Bet you'd give up your seat for the one next to me.
JPEGMAFIA at The Novo tonight and this is as far as getting dressed has gotten. The dress is still on the hanger and everything else is staying off a little longer — tell me honestly if you'd let me leave like this.
Castle Rat dragged their whole medieval kingdom to The Belasco and I'm dressing for the throne room, not the pit. The queen doesn't ask permission — she takes it. Tell me you'd kneel.
Social Distortion at the Palladium tonight and I'm going full punk for it — flannel thrown over nothing, jeans riding low, one boot on and zero hurry about the other. Come over and tell me if I even make it out the door.
Gave up on sleep the second the Jack White tickets landed in my inbox. Nobody else in this building is awake to see me like this — door's unlocked if you're brave enough.
Everyone's already written this day off and I'm still in the water — pool's warm, gate's locked, and I don't share well. Bet you'd find a way in anyway.
Someone in this town had the nerve to put a full mariachi band behind The Smiths and I bought tickets the second I heard about it. My cat is judging me for still being in bed and honestly, fair. Tell me which Smiths song deserves trumpets most.
Amelie Lens turned Grand Park into a furnace and I ducked out mid-set to cool off — clearly that failed. Tell me you'd hold the door.