Sierra Ferrell at Red Rocks tonight and I've changed my outfit three times like I'm the one performing. Settled on this — simple, black, the kind of thing that looks effortless but took forty minutes to not look effortless. Tell me you're jealous.
Sierra Ferrell at Red Rocks tonight and I've changed my outfit three times like I'm the one performing. Settled on this — simple, black, the kind of thing that looks effortless but took forty minutes to not look effortless. Tell me you're jealous.
Gracie Abrams at Red Rocks on a Tuesday and I'm not sure my heart was ready for this one. There's something about this place when the sun drops behind the rocks and the first notes hit — I keep forgetting to take photos because I'm too busy just being here. Tell me you've experienced a night like this.
The Savannah Bananas turned Coors Field into absolute chaos and I'm not even mad about it. Something about a stadium full of people losing their minds over banana ball makes me feel like the whole city needed this. You should see my smile right now.
First Friday in RiNo and I'm supposed to be looking at the art but I keep getting distracted by my own reflection in the gallery windows. This dress was a mistake — the good kind. Come find me before I cause trouble.
Just saw that Rüfüs is playing Boulder and my entire brain short-circuited. I've got the tab open, the hoodie on, and absolutely zero intention of being a responsible adult about any of this. Tell me you're coming with me.
Spent the whole day under someone else's lights and direction, and the first thing I did when I walked in was leave it all in a pile on the floor. Standing here like this, I finally feel like me again. Don't pretend you'd look away.
Wildfire haze turned the whole sky this weird burnt gold and I'm trying to memorize what decent air feels like before the oven moves in. Wish you were up here soaking it in with me.
Folsom Field was two nights ago and the bass is still living somewhere in my body it wasn't before. Can't sleep, won't sleep — tell me you feel it too.
Ninety-five degrees at a street festival will humble you real fast. First thing I did when I got through my door was turn the faucet on full cold and start peeling everything off. Bet you wish you were that washcloth.
Got an early start and too many ideas for today. Someone should keep me company while I figure out the plan.