That’s how it works all week. I leave you behind at the end of every episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank whether I want to or not. Â And I think that you know that it’s a not. Then I… Read more ›
I have to keep my knees in shape to support all of the love I have for the music we play at Bubbles in the Think Tank. I don’t fall in love easy, but, when I do, it’s in a… Read more ›
I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream. Â A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›
