Somewhere around the age of thirty-five, I realized I didn't know what was good in current music. I was, and continue to play, all the stuff that defined my niche as an eighties' kid. My preference was for what was then labeled, Alternative. But that definition didn't say much at all. Because all it really… Continue reading Smells Like Wean Spirit
Serving up reason from the North and logic from the South
Freedom Cocktail 