groupie

i got to bee-bop around at the black crowes concert last night.

holy 90s flashback.  i remember playing the 'hard to handle' cassingle on a boom box out the window onto the lawn behind north house spring of freshman year at canterbury.   who's with me?

anyhoot, i fully admit that i used to judge adorbs kate hudson.
i just didn't undertand . . .
this:

well, i'd like to state for the record -- kate, i get it, sister.

this little jesus doppleganger is a legit rock star with the voice of an angel.  i was obvs ready to leave horseface in the dust to ride off into the sunset on the tour bus after 5 notes. {and 27 beers}

wouldn't you?

WORSHIP.

{CR, call me}