Tickets for Basement and DIIV at the Shrine are sitting on my nightstand and this bed refuses to give me up without a fight. Think you could talk me out of it?
Tickets for Basement and DIIV at the Shrine are sitting on my nightstand and this bed refuses to give me up without a fight. Think you could talk me out of it?
Modest Mouse at the Palladium tonight and my body decided it was pancake o'clock instead of sleep o'clock — stove's the only light on and this old tee is the only thing I put on. You want yours straight off the spatula?
Kacey Musgraves owns my whole head and Crypto.com gets her tonight — sleep never stood a chance. The closet and I have been arguing for hours and it's winning. Come help me pick?
Sweat's still drying from running Charli's whole setlist in my living room, and the Forum has no idea what's walking in tonight. You wanna cool me down?
Dinner before Peaches at the Fonda and this dress was absolutely a decision. The wine's already doing its job. Tell me you'd still make doors on time with me?
The floor's an ocean of vinyl and I've been up since dark building tonight's stack for Thee Sinseers at the Wiltern. Still haven't gotten dressed — you wanna drop the needle with me?
Halloween Terror Trail is hours away and these fishnets are putting up more of a fight than anything out there will. The rest of the costume is still a pile on the bed. You wanna come help me finish getting dressed?
Geese turned a cemetery into the best room in LA tonight and I found a quiet row of headstones between songs. The jacket never stood a chance out here. Come find me in the dark?
Ella Langley brings the country to the Greek tonight and I've been dressed since my first coffee — denim, boots, the whole thing. Now the day just needs to move faster. Meet me on the lawn?
Halfway through my makeup and Sara Bareilles' whole catalogue is winning the argument against getting dressed. The Dolby gets her tonight and I'm in absolutely no rush. You wanna hand me the lipstick?