the sun’s out 😉
time to party like you’re sippin’ Campari, alone, on a deceptively cold night
a mix for the kids who have graduated from FOMO to a nameless, keening regret

a mix to drop when it occurs to you that some of your colleagues were not alive in Euro 96 and that you’ve defenestrated yourself through every available window of opportunity

my wizard rock band never took off, but I’m fine about it
it’s not like I wanted to be in my twenties forever!

Have I woken up in my last hot tent?

I’m drinking warm calimocho, Bowie’s still dead, and you expect me to wear trousers around the house?!
Lady, for what?