String Cheese Incident takes The Fillmore tonight and my morning turned into a spinning-skirt emergency — patchwork hem first, coffee second. Tell me you'd twirl me till the lights blur, baby.
String Cheese Incident takes The Fillmore tonight and my morning turned into a spinning-skirt emergency — patchwork hem first, coffee second. Tell me you'd twirl me till the lights blur, baby.
KATSEYE takes Little Caesars tonight and I've been digging through the vintage racks since they opened, hunting for something as loud as their stage. This sequin thing might already be the winner — you'd let me walk in wearing it, baby?
Journey at Little Caesars tonight means this gold lamé is coming home with me whether the jacket idea works or not. Sewing machine's already warming up. Place your bets on me finishing it before doors, baby.
Akeem Ali's at the Majestic tonight and my sketchbook decided we were both getting up for it. This fit idea might be too good to finish sewing in time — want a front-row seat to the chaos, baby?
Hallowicked night and my costume finally came together — the wings are crooked and I've decided that's the look. The paint can wait for the car ride. Meet me at the doors before the clowns do, baby.
King 810 brought Flint grit to the Crofoot tonight and I've been at the sewing machine since I got up trying to match that energy. Safety pins are doing all the heavy lifting right now. Tell me you'd still let me walk out like this, baby.
Face paint started before coffee because Twiztid's got Saint Andrew's tonight and Halloween eve has me wired. Tell me you'd let me do yours next, baby.
Sugarhill Gang reunion at Sound Board and I've been rapping along to songs that were old before I was born — my voice is almost gone and I don't care. This top gave up about three songs ago. Come find me at the bar before the next set, baby.
Streetlight Manifesto takes Royal Oak tonight and the horns have been living in my head since I woke up, so breakfast turned into a two-tone dance party. The vest won the outfit hunt before the eggs did. Tell me you'd dance with me right here, baby.
DJ Shadow's at Royal Oak tonight and I got sidetracked digging through the crates at the record shop on the way home. This skirt had other plans the second I bent over. Come flip through the rest of the crate with me, baby.