Farah Goes Bang

Kumbaya, Bitch.

Summertime at the cabin. Chances are if you didn’t grow up in LA, New York, or San Francisco you had some kind of tree-laden retreat, a little spot out in the boonies where you’d spend a drunken night or two gathered around a bonfire with people you thought would literally be your best friends forever. Let’s not get nostalgic here, the best thing about it – other than the remote chance at a clandestine tryst down by the docks – was the ridiculous mixtape you made to listen to by the campfire. Here’s a little taste.


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