The last time I was there a reggae band was leaving their soul on the stage in an effort to produce some of the best sounds the human species has ever made. I danced all night to the music these guys were giving us, they were pure electricity.

… the best part of me sharing this with you, is that it looks much more impressive than the effort it actually takes. The gem here are the eggs

So consider this a precursor to my next post, which will feature the playlist to listen when you are on your way to Vegas, about to rob a bank, or about to embark on a transcontinental threesome.

So I am getting psyched for the return of the famous Fusco-Mitchell pool day in beautiful Southern California. Good people, good music, good beer. And someone will probably get naked. No shoes, no shirts, no problem. …

This jam first came to my ear while poolside, so you know fate was trying to say something about the matter.

Enjoy this cold, palate-enticing soup as an appetizer in party of a latin themed dinner experience.

My own proclivities toward what I consider real music set aside, I find myself in an interesting internal transition period. I am beginning to acquire, and even worse, enjoy, new music. And whole new genres …