Sometimes I speak like a teenage girl, cause I’m cray cray. I don’t remember the exact conversation I was having, but it involved me telling my son to put something in the closet. Or “clo clo” as I put it that day. Lightbulb!
Clo Clo should be a female led indie band. Something like Frente. Go listen to their cover of “Bizarre Love Triangle”. You’ll thank me later. Unless you don’t and then you are dead to me.