Bands with Pans: Heliotropes
“Why not?” he asks cartoonishly, wild smile slicked across his small face. Amber tries again: “There’s… a gas leak?” He opens the lobby door and ushers us in. We do not blow up.
The two girls share a well-decorated (there is a decorative fan of Brooklyn Magazines on the coffee table!) spacious apartment with a couple of cats and a beautiful piano (Amber: “Jess wrote a lot of our album on it.”).