“She says I’m not romantic, I say she’s too dramatic, I tell her while we’re at it we can work it night by night.”
Autumn has dove head first into the Shenandoah Valley and nothing says ‘take that a/c out of your wall’ and ‘does this sweater vest make me look white’, more than new music. There’s not much coherency here, except for the fact they’re all hot off the mixing room floors. So grab a rake, some pumpkin pie and any other fall staples you prefer and let’s get busy.
Here’s to starting a new life out here in Brooklyn. My landlord called the real estate agency that put me in this apartment complaining about my loud music (without talking to me about it first), and I haven’t even hooked up my turntables or speakers yet. O_O
