Imagine you are a dolphin, one who happens to be safe thanks to the tuna industries’ new consideration on your behalf. You are roaming through this giant marble, in search of the latest chillwave track, only to find your sonar picking up this gorgeous track, calling you in. Wait, Spain? Well, I did take some classes at Greendale Community. Cool. Wait, they’re not from the basque region are they? Fuck. Oh well. I guess I didn’t know how to say ping in Spanish, anyway.
Thanks, Fredo.
