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One of the things I’ve noticed is that when important people come into my life, I don’t often remember meeting them for the first time. The people who have become staples in my world are often shrouded by a cloud of je ne sais que. Whatever threshold we crossed together was as foggy as a hot boxed car; how can I remember when we first connected if I feel like you’ve always been here? This happens to artists I love as well; the threshold from unfamiliar to favorite can become blurred; I only remember always loving this artist, as if there wasn’t a time in my life when I didn’t know them. Of course, I’m sure my stoner memory has something to do with this as well, since things seem to seep into your aura a little differently when there’s cannabis or magick evolved. And at any rate, those things you can’t live without often feel like you never have had to live without them at all.
This is exactly how I feel about musician and artist Chelsea Wolfe. Though I know I…
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