YMC loves himself some Steve Earle. He’s the type of “outlaw country” musician I can actually get behind. The guy’s a brilliant songwriter, endured his share of struggles, remained sober all while putting out an amazing body work. I recall…
So groovy Goliath could get down.
I want a “Floor model TV, with the VCR,” in my home. Reach out if you know anyone selling one.
Love you guys.
People come and go now that we can just swipe people into our own existence.
And that bugs me. It feels unnatural.
But I’m not going to go on about that here.
Here are two songs this new human and I exchanged to one another.
But I’m still playing catch up.