Right now, I can’t get over how old-school gorgeous Soul Coughing‘s Janine is. It reminds me of 50’s pop love songs, but with a modern twist that’s just wonderful. It brings back black and white memories of those dates I never wanted to end, driving home on empty streets with the smell of greasewood and mesquite in the air, lips tingling from kisses still fresh enough to taste and the smell of her perfume on my collar.
Thank God I married her…