i hate the way
"we had pennies in our pockets, we had hope in our eyes..."
I was first introduced to Polly about three years ago. You know when you're listening to your iPod and suddenly an incredible song comes on, but you have no idea who it is? It was Polly. And I was grabbed: her words were practically my own and then there was the unpredictable vulnerability of her voice.
Today was another such day, and I returned home from my appointment downtown and leisurely stop-over at my old Starbucks determined to discover more brilliance. Surely such a person has made more music that would change my life?
breathe in, breathe
new york, new york