June 30, 2026
Step into my 90s kitchen. I'm not cooking I'm performing. In my hand? Not a spatula. Not a ladle. It's a microphone. Well, let's call it a "vocal enhancer" of a very specific shape π
I'm not singing opera. I'm singing that song the one you'd hear on MTV at 2 AM, when your parents were asleep and you had the remote control all to yourself ππ¦
I'm not a singer. But I know how to hit all the right notesπ₯
