Violet Linstead Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Half Way Tree

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

Background

Desperate for money, she sells her locket and hair, becomes a prostitute ("Lovely Ladies") and falls ill. When she fights back against an abusive customer.

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the streets are lit up. Linstead at night is a whole vibe. The sounds, the smells, the people. I love it.

Canadian guitarist Johannes Linstead returns to Center for the Arts of Homer