The sun was just beginning to dip behind the silhouette of Table Mountain, painting the Cape Town sky in streaks of violet and burnt orange. In a small, cluttered rehearsal space in Woodstock, the air was thick with the scent of rain-damp pavement and old guitar cases.
The song they were building, "I’d Like," wasn't just a track; it was a prayer for a world that felt increasingly fractured. Freshlyground - Id Like
"I’d like to know what it’s like to be you," she belted out, the band swelling behind her in a jubilant crash of percussion. The sun was just beginning to dip behind
