shoulders at high tide
When I first experienced The Preatures at CMJ, it was by mistake. Somehow, I mixed up my music queue and thought I was seeing another band. But, I believe there aren’t any mistakes, and so, when Isabella Manfredi entered the opened face box at Pianos and started singing I knew I was supposed to be here.
I couldn’t decided whether to dance around with her at the footstool of the stage or be still and photograph every jump, dip, and kiss she shared with her other bandmates. So, I did both.
My shoulders never rested that night. Neither will yours.