This is just a short post. Think of it as a musical interlude.
“I Wanna Be Adored” feels like a cold winter evening, a cool spring morning, ice crystals, fresh green grass.
It feels like a clear, beautiful moment. I want to savor it, so I listen to it over and over and over again.
Oh, man. I wish I’d been at Spike Island. At the concert, I mean — not at the chemical factory.