HITLIST

Out on Spotify now

Angel and I are eating lox bagels in the lower east side at a coffee shop called GAZ. We stopped at Russ and Daughters for a daughter’s delight. She always gets pumpernickel and I get everything. It’s our last bread heavy meal before Passover on the 1st.

Vietnamese coffee is excruciatingly bitter. Sweetened condensed milk doesn’t seem to help. Perhaps I hate coffee, and it’s just a functional drug for me. However, Angel likes it.

The average age of a man drafted to the Vietnam war man was 19.

We’re sharing headphones listening to something Angel called “horny breakbeats”. She’s researching some songs to put in her next recorded live set. I’m trying to figure out who to work with on an album. The direction is at least up. At least I left my apartment on a day with the sun out. Just when you think you’re done with a chapter, the page keeps turning.

Hitlist is coming out!

I posted a thirst trap and immediately put my phone upside down on the coffee table. Angel is live reading the comments to me. Her mom’s commented something nice. My boyfriend’s in there somewhere I’m sure. Ethans probably saying something vaguely horny. My life is kinda like a bitter coffee, topped with a bunch of sweetened condensed milk trying to fix it. In the end the textures dont work and it’s supper viscous. Thick like blood in my body. Thick like dehydrated skin. Prickled with purple goosebumps. But I can easily get a photographer to photoshop all the eye bags out.

I’ve been hanging out with Ed more in a none music making way which has been fun. I took photos for his music release as well. One of the tracks labeled Chrystie was my favorite, and probably because it was when I was working at Public Hotel. I do miss the relaxed lifestyle of a General Manager, but we all know I do my best work under the disco ball lit darkness of Nightlife.

I’m over at a new spot now, I won’t mention much. Sometimes things feel to soon, but its no secret. I’m waiting for a time that feels right.

In the meantime- stream my new song! I’m very proud of it. Despite it being short I think it serves its purpose. Who I wrote it about? Well- I can’t say. But she knows who she is.

Your girl,

Finnian