Thursday, July 14, 2011

MY blue muse - Hope Sandoval.

Elusive, reclusive, adrift, remote, warm, chilly....what a wierd, mysterious, mesmerising combination of vocal. Yes, it's my narcotic goddess, Hope Sandoval, a rose blossoming only in a dim of blue light. In the mid of sleepless night, listen to her whispering 'Wild Roses' upon your ear, and you know it's heaven. zZZZ.....nightie.sweet dream!

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