“Honey” Never Feels Like a Collage of Influences; It Feels Personal
“Honey” feels like the kind of song you write when you’re cold in every sense of the word and dreaming about warmth. Written during a winter in Seattle, it sounds like someone staring out at endless gray skies while imagining sunlight on skin, heat in the air, and the kind of affection that sticks to […]
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