Since high-school I’ve had an affinity for coffeeshops. It started back at Denny’s on route 41 in Highland Park, IL where my friends and I would smoke Camel Lights, drink obscene amounts of joe, and chat about Jazz aficionado Larry Smith who hosted late-nights on WBEZ. Later on I carried my mounds of notebooks to Artemis restaurant in the Deerfield Commons where I wrote the majority of my lyrics for Letters Never Sent, and tracks that would end up on Songs For The Sacred Age. Now that I live in the city, I rotate between Pick Me Up on Clark, Kopi up in Andersonville, and Knockbox in Humboldt Park. I still love my notebooks, but much have my writing has gone over to the digital side, which is a topic large enough for its own post.
Review of William’s single “Sparkle” from the Ecuadorian blog Indie Criollo. Sparkle no quiere guardarse nada ante los oídos de quienes están interesados en