It’s official. When surrounded by blindingly talented perfomers, I can be vaguely amusing. Graduation was magical. And I was lucky enough to have a familiar face among the thousands of rabid ColdTowne devotees. Sometimes things are all right.
Big love to ColdTowne and Arthur Simone. Elegantly cocky and humble, they’ve made Wednesday nights disorientingly beautiful for the last year.
(And, no, this does not mean you can ask me improvise the spot. Needing a break, my life will be strictly scripted until further notice.)