Boots, cigarettes and coffee; here for the good music, a good man that wants me and a good single malt .
Not in that order.
I'm young but old enough to know better; I'm artistic and romantic, struggling and staggering to keep up with the speed of my own dreams. Sometimes I'm impatient and crass, sometimes I'm the girl in boots and blue-jeans and rose-tinted glasses.
Mostly, I'm just trying to get shit done.
Struggletown; def:
A place for a hardened tender-heart.
There is not a song of this man’s that I don’t want to replay over and over; I absolutely cannot wait for his next EP.
Listening JBW is kind of like sitting in a beat up Chev with a cigarette slung off your lower lip, doing 120 down a highway after midnight, with one headlight, running headlong for one heartbreak, straight from another.
Buy his records. They’re beautiful.
