Apocalypse

 

think i like you best

when you're dressed in black from head to toe

think i like you best

when you're just with me and no one else

These are lyrics from a Texas band, Cigarettes After Sex and the song titled, K. The title of this blog post is also a title of a song by this band from El Paso. And, I like them very much. They sound like a smoky bar with velvet sofas and a fireplace with candles burning in it, a bathroom with hot pink walls and Hollywood vanity bulbs above a vintage sink, retro glass ashtrays and a neon pink flamingo above the bar that doesn't flash because I really don't like flashing signs of any kind. The people that go there have drinks like Chocolate Martinis and Cosmopolitans or even just Scotch Neat perhaps. The women wear a lot of sheer silks, laces and velvets with chunky block high heels instead of stilettos. Cat eyeliner and saturated lipsticks that leave kisses on glasses and cigarette butts burning in ashtrays. There's a tiny dancefloor big enough for three couples and the band is tightly squeezed in the dancefloor corner and they don't talk a lot between songs and their sets are short but beautiful and a jukebox plays more moody music inbetween those perfect sets and at least one couple is always slow dancing. 

I really like this band.

Give them a listen.