Music for the soul.

“I wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When I call across the country, When I call across the world.
I can see you in my kitchen I can picture you now,
as you toast to your small town and you drink the happy hour…”

It’s Monday and even though I have to work and would rather not today, I’m happy because tonight I’m going to see the Waifs. There’s something about music, the way it gets into you, right inside your head and can make or break your mood. As much as a good recording can do this, nothing can beat the real deal, a live show.

It’s like a drug, and I’m addicted.