Malcolm Todd's voice found me before the canvas did, and somewhere around the third track the clothes became the thing I stopped reaching for. Tell me what color you'd paint on me.
Malcolm Todd's voice found me before the canvas did, and somewhere around the third track the clothes became the thing I stopped reaching for. Tell me what color you'd paint on me.
Dilated Peoples bring it home to the Belasco tonight, so the morning workout turned into a dance break somewhere around the second track. Tell me you'd spot me between sets.
Shaboozey at the Greek tonight means new boots have to be broken in by sundown, so I've been stomping around the courtyard in nothing but them, cutoffs, and a knotted tee. The neighbors either love me or hate me by now. Tell me you'd time my laps.
Chelsea Wolfe has been scoring my whole afternoon and the canvas won — somewhere between the second song and this, clothes stopped making sense. Tell me you'd hand me the brush I dropped.
Parade night is finally here and the marching jacket went on over absolutely nothing, the way it was always meant to. Save me a spot in the dark.
The Black Parade hits the Bowl tomorrow and my marching jacket has been waiting in the closet for exactly this. Eyeliner's already halfway to a beautiful ruin — tell me you'd steady my hand for the other eye.
Three hours behind the mic and the episode is finally in the can — voice wrecked, headphones still on, shirt long past caring where it sits. Tell me you'd listen to the raw cut.
Kacey at Crypto.com Arena tonight and the getting-ready hour has gone completely sideways — the boots are picked, the rest of the outfit is still on the floor. Tell me you'd hand me something to wear.
The Fonda gets Peaches tonight and I've been dancing around the studio since the first record hit the turntable. The shirt is apparently the only thing I'm wearing until further notice — tell me you'd dance in the dark with me.
Boy Harsher brings the darkwave to the Palladium tonight and my apartment has already gone full black-lit mood — boots on, everything above the knees still up for debate. Come stand in the dark with me.