it don’t get no sweeter.
sometimes.
it don’t get no sweeter.
sometimes.
when my thoughts tend to be a bit dramatic, I find a zen in a beat I’ve never heard before.
Donna Summer on Family Matters as Aunt Oona were my favorite episodes; her soft spoken self that’d just burst into some fierce ass vocals. & my everlasting dance numbers in the backyard to her disco jams around the time when I was 10…my dad had given me some vinyl on the star diva. I had fallen in love with her great voice.
(Clip above is clearly in Spanish but what matters is when Aunt Oona begins to sing; mad talented, even at an older age)
She was my first autograph signing booth gig. She asked for Crystal Geyser water & an extra coat. She was easy on the eyes and very soft spoken.
Mad talented.
For the past three weeks, I’ve been reciting three Our Father prayers before I fall asleep…I always fall asleep midway through the third or second Our Father.
I always finish in the morning.
Today: While in Santa Cruz this tune managed to make its way into my ears, from a mysterious rock speaker thingie at some lil deli…google saves me everytime! Cos I knew it was Stevie singing at the time but didn’t know the title.
Too damn sweet. Tribute to Minnie done right.
—Bingo Players - Cry (Just A Little) (Original Radio Edit @elektromusicnet
it’s VITAL that I attend a rooftop party this summer.
and just dance. like a lot.
Me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse. Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón…