Galleria di Lisa Daniels

Just got back from the gym and peeled everything off before I even made it to the mat. Still breathing hard and this stretch is doing things to me. You'd walk in and lose your whole morning, wouldn't you?

David Byrne at the Bowl this weekend and I already can't sit still. Making coffee in nothing but a shirt that keeps riding up every time I reach for something. You'd be the one grabbing that mug for me, wouldn't you?

Up way too early and the only thing keeping me vertical is this coffee brewing behind me. Not putting on real clothes for anyone today. You'd be the one making me late, wouldn't you?

Tori Amos just did something to that piano that cracked my whole chest open and I'm not pretending I'm fine. You'd have to hold me up after this set.

Jeff Goldblum is playing piano ten feet from me and I stepped out to fix my lipstick and forgot to go back. You'd be the one waiting at the bar wondering what took me so long, wouldn't you?

Weekend's over and I'm not ready to let it go. Standing here with the last of this wine, not thinking about Monday even a little. You'd be the reason I stay up later than I should, wouldn't you?

The weekend left me with too much energy and not enough company. You'd know exactly what to do about that, wouldn't you?

Sparks game on a Saturday night and this crowd is electric. One drink in and I'm already louder than I planned. Tell me you could keep your eyes on the court with me next to you.

LCD Soundsystem and The Strokes tomorrow at the Rose Bowl and I've changed four times already. Settled on something with just enough fabric to get past the gate. You'd be the one I'd lose in that crowd, wouldn't you?

Bass is already shaking the sidewalk and I haven't even made it inside yet. Thursday nights in this city always end up somewhere you didn't plan for. Tell me you could keep up with me on that floor.