You were seventeen and there was a profile page you spent four hours arranging, and the song about bitterness and dental work felt like it had been written specifically about the person who had just stopped texting you back. You still know the whole bridge.
She never stopped being that straightforward. When touring stopped paying a few years ago she said so out loud, in public, with actual numbers, and then funded a run of dates by selling photographs of her own backside and naming the campaign after exactly that. It was funny, and it was also a genuine accounting problem laid flat on the table in front of an industry that strongly prefers to keep that conversation private.
A small auditorium on El Centro Street in South Pasadena is a strange and completely correct room for somebody who has spent twenty years declining to be polished.
This one is for whoever played you that first album before anybody else had heard of her.
Doors eight, Saturday November 14, 1022 El Centro Street.
You were seventeen and there was a profile page you spent four hours arranging, and the song about bitterness and dental work felt like it had been written specifically about the person who had just stopped texting you back. You still know the whole bridge.
She never stopped being that straightforward. When touring stopped paying a few years ago she said so out loud, in public, with actual numbers, and then funded a run of dates by selling photographs of her own backside and naming the campaign after exactly that. It was funny, and it was also a genuine accounting problem laid flat on the table in front of an industry that strongly prefers to keep that conversation private.
A small auditorium on El Centro Street in South Pasadena is a strange and completely correct room for somebody who has spent twenty years declining to be polished.
This one is for whoever played you that first album before anybody else had heard of her.
Doors eight, Saturday November 14, 1022 El Centro Street.
You were seventeen and there was a profile page you spent four hours arranging, and the song about bitterness and dental work felt like it had been written specifically about the person who had just stopped texting you back. You still know the whole bridge.
She never stopped being that straightforward. When touring stopped paying a few years ago she said so out loud, in public, with actual numbers, and then funded a run of dates by selling photographs of her own backside and naming the campaign after exactly that. It was funny, and it was also a genuine accounting problem laid flat on the table in front of an industry that strongly prefers to keep that conversation private.
A small auditorium on El Centro Street in South Pasadena is a strange and completely correct room for somebody who has spent twenty years declining to be polished.
This one is for whoever played you that first album before anybody else had heard of her.
Doors eight, Saturday November 14, 1022 El Centro Street.
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