Sssh. Be quiet. I’m listeningto Clairo. Streamedthe last recordso many times,when this onecame out, Charm,I could notresist. Everythingin my bonestells me I should not like her, but I like hermore than gummyworms, the good kind, more than those dark chocolatepeanut buttercups you getat Trader Joe’s. I mean, she’s like candy, but miraculously, candy that’s goodforContinue reading “#647: C is for Clairo”