By Jack Szwergold
September 8, 2024

The fleeting redemptive healing power of a tortured rich kid slumming on an indie rock label.

The rich kid indie label releases their friend’s rich kid caterwauls to the dilettante rubes in the indie rock peanut gallery.

Children galavanting in the community garden. Blowing bubbles and chasing each other while stuffed animals on a nearby table await their distracted attention.