It all started on the streets. we played headers and volleys for nine straight nights
It all started on the streets. we played headers and volleys for nine straight nights
Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.
Starting from sounds I heard back home that somehow hit my soul.
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
