Simona Mishra

Lush Californian summers, a younger, uncertain Eagles who glimmers through his experiences, erupting into shiny, dazzling, pristine stories to reflect upon. It’s like glimpses of having your head out of the car window, running from a setting sun. It’s hair left behind on crumpled white sheets, hotels with no names, swimming pools at 3pm, the fondness of an immediate past. Also cool nights where the stars look clear and the breeze lifts you up. LOVED every single track. Proud of how far he’s come.