Earlier this week I woke up in the middle of the night realizing I was clenching my fists in my sleep; it hurt my fingers to release. One single half conscious moment of understanding how severe my buried stress has been of late. In order to let loose and enjoy myself JPC and I hit up the rescheduled Santigold show at House of Blues on Wednesday night with some good friends.

The show was amazing and worth every moment of lost sleep or lost relaxation. Dancing my face off and yelling at the top of lungs was just what the doctor ordered. The last (and first) time I saw Santigold was at Coachella and seeing her in the amazingly intimate space that is our HOB venue was off the charts. Way to help me and the rest of Cleveland Party, Santi.

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