There’s something comforting about a 1 minute pop song. It reminds me of sitting up in bed when I was a teenager, strumming power chords on my unplugged Rickenbacker just to hear the twang and humming some thought I had from the day. Usually, I’m not going to lie, my thoughts revolved around girls. Samantha, my valentine turned first love, or what’s-her-name from AP Bio who I thought was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, Mauri who actually was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. One minute odes to adolescent tunnel vision.
It seems that the guy from
To see the full content, share this page by clicking one of the buttons below
Total 1 Votes