Dylan here. Rogue Utahn and eternally-recovering architecture student. Emotional eater, tweeter, and good-music-needer. I usually go with rock in rock, paper, scissors because my reflexes are actually that bad. Sometimes I wish I was Phil Collins.
In 2011, I was listening to Panic by The Smiths when a persistent little idea slipped in through a crack in my dorm room window. The idea was simple: make a playlist with songs about places and let my iPod lead the way. Six years later, I bought a ticket to London in honor of the song that started it all; this blog tells the rest.