Liner notes
I made these on a borrowed phone, humming into it under the stairs so nobody would hear me. Every song is a morning I actually had: the rooster, the market, the toast, the lemonade stand down the road. My choir friends came over and we crowded around one microphone for the choruses, and that is still how I do it. The yellow dress was real, by the way, and I wore it until it nearly fell apart.
Zuri Bell