Tonight I'll be in Chinatown at Kat Robichaud's Misfit Cabaret. Kat has this way of fervously weaving absolute fun with artistic eccentricities. If you have never been, the show is running tonight and tomorrow night at the Great Star Theater. I highly reccomend it if you want to see something original. It feels like so few artists push for originality anymore. Click here for info.
I've decided to devest in fire sprinklers. In the event of an emergency I will simply play this song. It carries the flawed hope of perfection that wind dreams of when colliding with a windchime. It blows out the candles on every birthday cake that we remember fondly.
What are her vocal chords made of, Diamonds? How does air? What kind of air? Does she hiccup perfect quarter notes? Thank you Basia, you are a breeze putting out a heart fire.