What are lyrics, really?
After abstaining from coffee for a few weeks, yesterday’s caffeine craving was well overdue. So I got my sugary fix at Mapps over on West Bank and soon afterwards I knew it would be a good day. In addition to a wakeful buzz, though, I also experienced an enlightening moment. I was sitting down on plump leather couch cushions, reclined and relaxed, enjoying what was probably Putumayo Latin American Dance Party. There weren’t very many …

