Music memory
I’ve said before that music is the surest way for me to be pulled into the past. It’s like a wormhole–one minute I’m minding my own business, listening to one … Continue Reading →
Musings on begrudgingly hipster life in northern California (San Francisco). A blog about the extraordinarily ordinary.
I’ve said before that music is the surest way for me to be pulled into the past. It’s like a wormhole–one minute I’m minding my own business, listening to one … Continue Reading →
So, if we’re friends IRL you may know that I fucking love a Capella music. Yeah. F-bomb. What. You may also have noticed I’m a little crazy about it lately. … Continue Reading →