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.
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
You’re probably asking, “why would anyone who’s not twenty-four want to date a twenty-four-year old?” The short answer is simple: Because I’m a guy. The long answer requires you to understand the thought process of the male gender of the species.
I love Christmas carols. In fact, I’m listening to some right now. Sure, Easter has Here Comes Peter Cottontail and Thanksgiving has Hey, Let’s Go Shoot Some Turkeys, but no other holiday has its own entire genre of music, which makes Christmas pretty special. As… Read More »The Top Three Christmas Songs Ever (And The Wines That Pair With Them)
WARNING: Wine Snobbery oozes from this particular posting like goo from a 15-year-old’s pores after a two-week Proactive withdrawal. My apologies in advance. I will fully confess my Wine Snob sins in a later post, but for now, I simply lay my faults on your… Read More »The Walmart Sommelier