Exhibition Week openings got me so wired I can't settle. Still seeing every canvas behind my eyes and my hands won't stop moving — want to come over?
Exhibition Week openings got me so wired I can't settle. Still seeing every canvas behind my eyes and my hands won't stop moving — want to come over?
The sleeper cab's barely wider than I am but right now that feels about right. Pulled off somewhere past Joliet and the engine's finally gone quiet — come keep me warm before I pass out.
Little Village parade pulled me out of the truck and onto the sidewalk before I even unpacked. The whole block smells like elote and the music's so loud my chest is vibrating — haven't been back to this side of the city in way too long. Come find me in the crowd?
Spread my beads out on a rest-stop table and lost track of everything but the pattern. Some habits don't need a reason — want to pick a color for yours?
They shut down the whole highway for construction and every nerve in me is still doing eighty. Come climb up here and help me burn it off.
Adler at Night pulled me off the highway and into the dark — lying back under a sky that isn't moving for once. Come find me before the lights come back on?
There's an exhibit at the Cultural Center where the sound moves through you instead of around you. Eyes closed and my whole body's humming — this is what my truck speakers wish they could do. Come stand in here with me?
Salt-N-Pepa and TLC on the lake with the skyline lit up behind the stage — haven't sung this loud since my truck speakers blew out on I-80. Come find me before the encore?
Found a custom car painted in my exact shade of lavender at the auto show and now I can't stop redesigning my whole truck in my head. Come walk the floor with me?
Eddie Fest pulled me out of the truck and into my own neighborhood. Parade's done and Steelworkers Park is all lit up — been a minute since I did anything on this side of the city. Come find me in the crowd?