NOVEMBER XX, XXXX
Just left Indochine—lime leaves, too many orchids, mediocre service. Slid into the back of a black Lincoln.
The radio was on WBLS, Quiet Storm, low—and then it happened: brushed snare, unhurried bass, and the sax...
Just left Indochine—lime leaves, too many orchids, mediocre service. Slid into the back of a black Lincoln.
The radio was on WBLS, Quiet Storm, low—and then it happened: brushed snare, unhurried bass, and the sax...