Somehow the Universe heard our whispers and holographically projected us into a slow-hot-wind desert.
There we found Queen Badu. A barefoot contessa, with all the crystals of earth strung around her neck like a massive orbiting star. Body stained with removable tattoos from the Middle East of circles, spirals, and tribal secrets. Plastic dove perched on Queen’s left shoulder for advice and peaceful non-speech, continents of sacred natural resources gently encircled around her fingers. Straw/sun-died hair like the most enchanting witch…but BEWARE OF HONEYDROP/SOULSCANNING EYEZ. and on and on and on and ON & ON
She took our HOLOGRAM necklaces as a small offering, and left us with some encouraging words that included “THESE ARE DOPE! Whats the name of you store? I WILL FUCK THAT SHIT UP.”…..thanks Queen
Did we mention she’s working on a holographic project and asked for our number? POSS. COVEN-BADU COLLAB
HOLOZ ON ARMZ (3:10-3:20)