"four-eyed version"

I got a shout out at FWD last night, according to friends with better ears. In hindsight I'm chuckling, but at the time I recall inwardly wishing I had a boy-disguise. Not a tracksuit though. I'd like to think I could be as immaculate as Wiley. It was impossible to merge into the wallpaper and just listen, and although I dance and appreciate this insular come-all attitude, the flaneur in me ups its percentage and I become acutely aware of the limitations of my gender role. Ha. Anyway, more importantly, Kode 9 was amazing. My throat has never felt better basslines.


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