Bee Cregar

My heart hurt, I mean physically hurt when I found out Lemmy was dead. Who knows what wonders Amy Winehouse could have produced had she not died way too soon. Now, flashback to high school, sweaty gym dances, flashing lights, mad moves, and awkward first kisses. Five years ago, an acoustic mix strummed from a guitar being played on the sand, melodically Colbie Caillat's song “Bubbly” carried on the wind, down an aisle of seashells and surf crashing in the background. The sounds ushering me...

My heart hurt, I mean physically hurt when I found out Lemmy was dead. Who knows what wonders Amy Winehouse could have produced had she not died way too soon. Now, flashback to high school, sweaty gym dances, flashing lights, mad moves, and awkward first kisses. Five years ago, an acoustic mix strummed from a guitar being played on the sand, melodically Colbie Caillat's song “Bubbly” carried on the wind, down an aisle of seashells and surf crashing in the background. The sounds ushering me...