Man, oh, man.
Airborne is hot stuff. A year or more ago they played a small lunchtime show at the office of their label. Over pizza and water, this band kicked my afternoon’s ass.
They brought along a string quartet and the small group of us were in awe. I played them so much the past two years that I had to take a break.
In my internet-scouring of oldies, I just came across this song again.
It reminds me of the lunchtime show, a few whiskey drinks in late Summer nights and some good, old fashioned sexual tension.