mango tea in the city [unmarked, unknown].

Sophie Madeleine's "The Stars" is like mango tea. I must have listened to it at least six times on the way back from Boston tonight. It's like mango tea. I kind of forgot about it for a while, and suddenly it's new and exotic again. It makes me feel hopeful, and tentative, and starry. I'll forgive the fact that this ukelele trend among my generation of convenience-seekers is making me feel uneasy and slightly congested.

Enjoy. At least six times..