Liner notes
I wrote these two on the same kind of week, the kind where nothing big happens and everything still feels like a movie. Stuck on the highway with the windows down, then folding clothes next to somebody who made me laugh. I kept the nylon guitar loops loose and warm, like my abuela's records drifting in from the kitchen, and let the hooks sit back and smile. This is me learning that smooth can still carry a late-night heart.
Dre Santos