if audrey hepburn was a rockstar... well then, a dj told me so.
the faint memory of hours of the realistic scratches on the record.
it was all a lust procreation of ... summer sweat.
i liked the music.
the perfect order of sounds arranged by a beautiful soul.
he was trapped in a smokey essence of genuine love.
i liked that he was across the street...
so we could ride the nights and hear good music.
he introduced me to a new outlet of music unknown.
you heard it here first.
the sweaty nights and good days full of beautiful...
their love filled a room and gave me the
seem to exist.
it did exist.
she still does it... just the same.
lets hear a live sound. lets hear it.