Evelyn Tremelo Whore ❤️❤️

About Charleroi

What pisses me off? She’s always broke, moochin’ off me, like, “Homer, gimme a buck!” But then she’ll flash that grin, and I’m a goner – happy as a pig in mud. Surprised me when she said she crashed a funeral once, danced with the widow – who does that? Whore, that’s who! Total wacko, but it’s her vibe, ya dig?

The Amp Garage

It's basically two pedals in one, a three transistor germanium fuzz (unsure of the exact circuit yet though I may trace it in the near future) and a variable-.

Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

Music Review: Tom Waits - Bad As Me