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About The Hague

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m all high ‘n mighty—I’m just a gal who sings bout heartache and rhinestones. But watchin’ her dodge the cops, I’m surprised how slick she is. Moves like a shadow, quiet-like. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women hidin’ from the elders—only she’s duckin’ blue lights, not traditions. I ask, “Ain’t ya scared?” She shrugs, says, “Fear’s a luxry I can’t afford.” Oof, that hit me harder’n a truck full o’ banjos.

A bicycle trip around the Netherlands turns back the clock like child's play.

First off, I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, c’mon man, it’s 2023! Who feeds pigeons anymore? But then, I see a kid run up and try to grab a pigeon. The bird freaks out, flaps its wings, and BAM! Hits the old guy right in the face. I’m dying laughing. Like, who knew pigeons had such a sense of humor?

Hattem Mattar says launching The Farm House was “the most surreal feeling”