On the Tip of Your Tongue

Very rarely do I enter a room and become immediately enamored. Rendered speechless. In wide-eyed awe. Staring off into an indescribable future.

Yet, Porcelain Raft's Glasslands debut simply moved me. I could feel the throbbing of his heart. I could hear the voice in his head. A sheepish smile, eyes playfully rolling back into a previous place- not unlike playing directly to a wall amidst a crowd of the transfixed. I was only able to catch the last song (due to an apparently crippling addiction, at least in somber retrospect) but luckily found a recording of said last song on youtube. Enjoy this moment. I hope that it lingers on with you as it has with me.

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