Clearing my throat – listening to new songs everyday – still in love with the past – sometimes a song is so good you have to hear it twice – and sometimes the next song is so good you forget to go back – and one day I’ll die – I don’t want to die alone – –
and I must sleep —
But then I hear a song I’ve heard before, a song I’ve forgotten that I’ve known.
Festival International Benicassim. Be there. Be square. Be there.