First of all, please excuse the freakin' lousy ass grammar and punctuation in yesterday's post. And also, this post. Candyland does not do well on little sleep and after yesterday's insane in the membrane trip, I'm all kinds of crazy.
A few of you may already know about my little secret, because I did nothing short of shouting it from the rooftops all over the web last night. I'm now going to attempt to humor you with my mad suspense skills.
The phone rings. I throw my eyes to the blinking screen and see his name. My heart thrashes against my chest as I grab for the shiny, metal sides but the sweat thickening my palm sends the phone flying into the air. I manage to pull it from the floor and direct a gentle stream of air over the dust. I pull a breath, close my eyes and press the phone to my ear.
"Brady?" I ask.
TO BE CONTINUED...
So, friends, there's obvs a HELLUVA lot more to the story but I'm going to make you work for it. First, a speedy six-question interview with New Medicine's Matt Brady. (And you're probably wondering how I went from phone call to interview...mmm hmm...I'm sneaky)...
Until tomorrow, friends, if you want me to fill you in on my super secret concert experience, can you tell me something ( a paragraph or sentence) that makes me BEG for more?