I was writing a song in my backyard on my Spanish guitar, when a pair of raccoons came out of the bushes to check me out. The hood is alive… with the sounds of these little thieving quasi monkey bears and the sound of sensitive pony tail music.
I was writing a song in my backyard on my Spanish guitar, when a pair of raccoons came out of the bushes to check me out. The hood is alive… with the sounds of these little thieving quasi monkey bears and the sound of sensitive pony tail music.
