•Max Mercer•

Making acoustic noises in New York. My landlord thinks I have a lot of potential.
#Wildones #PeanutGallery 25+RP

[•Max Mercer• @MaxAndTheMess]

Singer-songwriter. Barista. Professional procrastinator.

Usually writing songs nobody’s heard yet, drinking coffee I probably shouldn’t have made for myself, and pretending I have a five-year plan.
Currently surviving on caffeine, cheap guitar strings, and blind optimism.

[•Max Mercer• @MaxAndTheMess]

charity for? Stranded musicians who can’t pay rent?”
“Ha, ha. Hilarious. It’s actually for a local youth music program” a slightly nervous smile slips past my guard. “It’s at this lovely little restaurant over in the West Village called The Flying Fork.”

[•Max Mercer• @MaxAndTheMess]

{{Introducing Max}}
#TheShapeOfAlmost

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The espresso machine doesn’t merely steam milk; it screams like a Victorian orphan being shoved down a chimney.
I don’t look up. I can’t. If I make direct eye contact with the—

[•Max Mercer• @MaxAndTheMess]

work on girls from Queens. We’re immune.”
“Ouch. Deeply hurtful” I say, placing a hand over my heart. “But no. I’m actually playing a gig. A proper one. Well, a charity thing.”
Chloe’s eyebrows shoot up. “A charity gig? Look at you, giving back to the community. Who’s the—