Aug 27, 2014
i met liam bailey in the corner booth of a local bar in williamsburg. it was late, the wallpapered room was dim lit, quiet, and he was squatting intimately with a girl. he would qualify her as half of his heart. she had an accent as thick as mud and a love for him so big i was sure her heart might burst. and together, one after the other - and sometimes, one over the other - the two spoke passionately to me about lessons of love, loyalty, and saving.
perhaps the only thing more vulnerable than hearing a beautiful song is knowing its story and who’s behind its lyrics.