Currently serving as my official on-the-go and anytime music playlist, the fourth entry in my Dad Wagon series serves up the usual chill sounds with an iconoclastic and occasionally discordant flare. Beware. This is not your ordinary boomer playlist. Expect to be surprised, delighted, and sometimes disappointed when my curated selections strain the limits of what can popularly be considered acceptable listening.
Enjoy.
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Once upon a time I was a little kid with kind of reddish, wavy hair. Shy and timid. I was a decent runner. I enjoyed collecting rocks when my Mom would take me on walks around the neighborhood. I liked playing outside. Holly Beach in South Louisiana was about as far as we ever made it back in those days, and only maybe twice that I remember. Even back then it had the reputation of being kind of trashy and muddy, but Louisiana didn’t have many options for beaches. Lots of beer tabs in the sand waiting to split your foot open, which I heard happened to my godfather once. Still, though, you could see the water and hear the waves crashing the shore. It was on one of those trips, maybe this one, that my grandfather and father caught a small sandshark with their bare hands, and hauled it up onto the beach. There’s a photo of them posing with it somewhere. I’m not sure whatever happened to the shark, but I assume they tried to eat it.
Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️
It’s been a little bit since I posted last. This already feels weird to me, but I suppose I can get used to it again. I don’t really feel the need to go into detail about why I dropped off. Very few people will ever see this anyway. But the blog was never completely off my mind. Over the years I’ve done quite a bit of work under the hood, so to speak, to modernize it and make it a lot friendlier for folks running on mobile devices and lower bandwidth connections. Not only because it interested me to do so — to stay current — but because I never intended to let this thing drop permanently. I always wanted to do it better, honestly. But I’m still searching for an idea of what that means.
As always, if you’re interested in viewing the entire set on Flickr, just click on the photo above. Or, if you’d rather continue reading, click the link below.
Continue Reading »Whenever I see a photo of Paul McCartney, I can’t resist trying to mimic the accent. I imagine if you knew me, stuff like that would get annoying after a while.
