i = loops for hoops

If you have not been to the land of Jesca Hoop, you simply have not been. I've just returned. She opened for the Ditty Bops. Dreamy songs in mixed up keys slipping through the woods behind lyrics in which owls and raccoons wear flowers in their feathers and furs and know precisely the thing you need to know about love. I say too much. Really. Just go listen to this pretty thing: