Foot Stompin? Check. Blasting out of what it was with the healthy sh-t. Trying to forget about jeans and kicks, trains and getting there late. Debbie used to sing cause he was sad. Made him feel like he was singing right into the earth. Right into some rotten ears. Then, it got heard. Now he just sing cause its what he do. Debbie’s songs sound like the ladder being kicked out and then you land in your grandfather’s armchair. Positive messages form a place that’s warmer than outside. Big heart with harmonies galore, some would be wisdom from the depth, some out twanging 7ths and open arms. Chants of friends and family. Daps for two wheels and plane tickets. Debbie and the Bullets want you to be happy. They want you to know it’s been done and yeah, it’s still gonna happen, but you got it. Sing along. Get with it.
WFR006: Debbie and the Bullets: Debbie
