Sam Eagle
yeh babes, you just need a little lovin'. what is this strange journey from cradle to grave if not shits and giggles? fucking Allen and his excitement, uncontained; if only life were a selection, the top ten countdown, a fast-forward through all the likes without the poring through the chaff. we start playing the songs we can only stand for the first thirty seconds and then want to change for pretty much the same thing. think back to my clubbing days. now, which epoch? there was also my parisian period. can you jungle boogie? i'm sure you can jungle boogie. just get down, get down, get down, get down. jungle boogie.