Chucho Valdés just turned a ballad into something I don't have a word for and I haven't touched my drink since he started. You'd forget the rest of the night too, wouldn't you?
Chucho Valdés just turned a ballad into something I don't have a word for and I haven't touched my drink since he started. You'd forget the rest of the night too, wouldn't you?
Found a photography show I'd never heard of and this one print stopped me cold right in the middle of the gallery. What's the last thing that made you forget where you were?
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.