Had no idea Millsy copy-writes for Superpitcher -
One quiet, locked down Parisian night, while the full moon swept over the weeping city, I was feeling… more than usual… loverless and lonely. As always in such times of deep heartache and gnawing melancholy, I turned to my studio for some substitute love. I worked until morning, lost in sound, feeling slightly better. I prepared to listen to the night’s work while the young sun arrived over the empty boulevards, but when my hand touched the mixing console… BANG! BOOOOM! OUCH! I was electrocuted! After the shock, the smoke and the smell of burnt hair settled, I knew… this is it - the final lonely lover.
