In my world of synth I have a constant dilemma with myself. There is a real knack to being able to draw from something that sounds irreversibly like 1982 and yet make it fresh and exciting. How is this achieved?
Red velvet curtains, pristine, like a queens robe, gently sway in the heat. Cigarette smoke fills the air, dances from the ceiling. Drinks are served and poured, textured, smooth, golden, glistering as the light catches a glimpse upon its passing.