I like to imagine The Rolling Stones playing just for me. That Mick’s words are directed just for me, to get me through the day.
I can not even begin to express the craving I get to just go crazy after listening to this album.
Is it city living? My craving to go out and go wild. Dancing. Twirling. Wine. Is it the Lagunita’s Suck’s Brown SHUGGA Substitute Ale? Seriously, it’s definitely the beer. I enjoy the feeling of recklessness, of freedom. Who wants to get wild? SOMEONE COME TO CHICAGO & BE HYPER WITH ME. And scratch my back, please.
Let the music soothe your soul. xo, Alexz.