One time I was on stage in front of a few hundred people and my amp straight up fried.
I froze, but only for like two tree seconds, then took my guitar off, and danced how you would imagine I would dance to this song.
I was a gangly jangly mess of arms and elbows bros.
That event solidified the fact that I feel that I'm comfortable in the face of technology wanting to stick its finger in my bum, and also that I can dance to Wolffe tracks waaaaaaay before she was even born bro.
Wolffe sort of reminds me of the pop music I act like I can't stand but secretly love hearing everywhere I go, except Wolffe makes me want to strip naked, hop into bed, and do the running man sideways so my feets make that "ZEEOOOW ZEEEOOOOW" shooshing sound in the sheets bro.
FUCK YEAH WOLFFE! THAT LINE THROUGH THE O IN YOUR NAME IS ICELANDIC FOR FERTILE YEA?