listening and sweating paying bills and making calls for work…
| and f*ck it’s hot. see, it’s so hot that i’m misspelling words! um, okay, if you don’t like older swingy stuff, don’t bother, but if you want that scorchy-fun, lilting, sweet sound of guitars and fiddles and all kinds of django reinhardt, then by all means check out the hot club of san francsico. superyum. |  |
