Ólafur Arnalds at Town Hall tonight, so I'm going quiet and elegant for once — strings instead of sweat. Give me one hour before the dress starts winning arguments again. Care to place your bet?
Ólafur Arnalds at Town Hall tonight, so I'm going quiet and elegant for once — strings instead of sweat. Give me one hour before the dress starts winning arguments again. Care to place your bet?
Deerhoof is at Elsewhere tonight, so I'm digging through the crates for something to set the mood before doors. Found a keeper — and maybe a little more than that. Come flip through the rest of the bin with me.
Yebba's at Brooklyn Paramount tonight and her voice has been living in my head since I woke up. Coffee first, composure later — come claim the other mug.
Rev. Vince turned Union Pool into a gospel rave-up and I came home a believer — the dress never made it past the door. Face wiped clean, head still ringing. Tell me you'd have knelt with me.
The afterhours crowd doesn't sleep and neither do I — Bushwick is still humming and I'm dressed for every hour of it. Tell me you'd last until the lights come on.
Just spent two hours letting a woman sing heartbreak in a language I don't speak, and it undid me completely. Now I'm riding home with my dress doing less work every mile. Tell me you'd be waiting at my door.
Cypress Hill is doing Halloween right at Irving Plaza tonight, so obviously my costume is twenty percent horns and eighty percent trouble. Getting dressed might take all day at this pace. Tell me what you'd add — or take away.
HorsegiirL has Terminal 5 tonight and I'm still wearing everything I went out in — minus whatever this dress lost the argument with around 2 AM. Tell me you'd bring me coffee instead of judgment.
Rodrigo y Gabriela are already tuning up at Bowery Ballroom and I'm still fighting a zipper with wet skin and zero patience. Nothing's going under this dress tonight. Guess how late I make it.
Thundercat rattles Kings Theatre tonight and I'm conserving every ounce of energy right here in this bed. Tell me how you'd help me waste the morning.