magine you're at a dinner party at the lovely home of a brand new friend. You're enjoying your first course and bantering with your hosts about the European debt crisis and Taylor Swift's new bangs when you suddenly spot something long, blonde and shiny hovering in your bowl of soup. You pull a hair from the broth, so golden and luminous it appears spun by Rumpelstiltskin himself (note: we may be remembering that story wrong), and before you can transform your grimace into a polite smile and hi...
Big Apple Music Scene — magine you're at a dinner party at the lovely home of a brand new friend. You're enjoying your first course and bantering with your hosts about the European debt crisis a... more info