Having basically come of age during the era that Yacht Rock was birthed, I have some unique insight to this music. For a 16-year-old in southern California, hell-bent on muscle cars and the pursuit of boobs, Yacht Rock was simply known as pop music – the stuff they played on The Mighty 690 AM station, mega-beamed from a zillion-watt blow torch in Tijuana. It was the stuff you had to listen to when your 8-track player was on the fritz.
We’re basically returning to lockdown due to a global pandemic while our nation goes through childbirth-grade contractions as it struggles to reconcile its identity. Not much left to do except drink, watch Netflix, have sex and sleep. Maybe eat. Breathe, perhaps. Bake, apparently. Voting would be nice, too.
I’ve also had an on-going dilemma about this whole situation as well, wondering if a little more honesty isn’t appropriate? After all, we bared our souls on this show, and asked you to bear yours as well.
Was I judging this guy – who’s obviously a member of my community – simply because of the way he looks? And isn’t that a huge problem with what’s going on in our society today in general? Am I really…that guy? Judge Thy Neighbor Guy? So, I decided to do what everyone does when they face a crisis of conscience: get on Google. And what I found was…unusual.
Wet February, the celebrated return to wine, came early this year, as 2.1 million Americans gave up on Dry January in 2021, according to data in a report from The Drinks Business.
Cats are horrible. I should know. I have one. I have been both a Dog Person and a Cat Person at various stages of my life, and currently I’d have to describe myself as an Indentured Cat Person.
As mentioned before in these pages, I spend an abnormal amount of time in the wine aisle at my local Safeway supermarket. This is probably a good indication that I’m not only a functioning alcoholic, but a cheap functioning alcoholic. Personally, I like to spin… Read More »“What Wine Pairs With A Lousy Boyfriend?”
Last Sunday morning, I woke up from six hours of sleep following a four-day, end-of-summer Fun Binge with the kids. I considered myself lucky to have indulged in those precious six hours, as not unlike the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex, sleep went extinct for me several… Read More »I Have Not Slept In 23 Years