Spring and strings. Love and love. That’s what keeps me going. That’s what makes me grin. And this makes me grin like a girl possessed. I’m still not sure why it always has to be the strings. Why a part of me can’t get by without strings alongside my bass. As the world finally gets that deep house I’ve banging on about, I’ll always tread … Continue reading Perfect Distractions: Thomas Gandey Love Is Love