tonight a dispatch from my fucking lil' homie bade me visit the personal space of a siren from back home in glaucoma. it took me a sec to recognize the wintery voice as that of my friend hanukkah, better known to ye of poor taste for her portrayal the giantess in deuce bigalow: male gigolo, and more recently larry bird in the upcoming space jam prequel. the collection on the myspace begs comparison to a gary jules cover contest when heard consecutively, but there's a talent and a charm apparent in the songwriting and finished product.come to think about it, i have no idea whether she actually wrote these songs. suffice it to say that it's nice to listen to. sometimes the wistful aire sheems a bit contrived, but then that hasn't stopped coldplay.
birds and the bees is da besss.
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