Respect to David D.’s phenomenal female fitness regimen, but I just watched the best infomercial ever. Read the rest of this entry »

Unfortunately, it’s just too easy. Read the rest of this entry »

Mayer Hawthorne is a man of distinction — he wears argyle sweaters, neckties and sunglasses five days out of seven, and subsists on breakfast foods two of three square meals a day. Banana pancakes, well-done hash browns with the peppers and onions, turkey sausage, Clancy’s Fancy hot sauce, coffee, OJ and so on. He takes pictures of every plate in front of him that inspires a beat, whips up a quick Sidekick™ boom bap and forwards the food/beat pairing to anyone within range of a text message.

To ask Mayer Hawthorne to choose between music and food is to ask him to choose a limb to amputate. This is a man who won’t divulge his sources for rare vinyl and who posts blog entries when Wendy’s™ is having a sale on Frosties™. So we combined his loves — I asked him to pick his favorite five Motown® joints that inspired his upcoming Mayer Hawthorne and the County album, A Strange Arrangement, and to put the song with a favorite food dish. Like the freshest wine and cheese pairing of your life…

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Smokey Robinson and The Miracles – “Once I Got To Know You”

“Best enjoyed with a Double Double and Animal Style Fries from In-N-Out. I wasn’t really feeling In-N-Out at first, but once I got to know it, I couldn’t help but love it.” Read the rest of this entry »

I was dumped yesterday.

No, this is not a pity party post. No worries. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him © Bill Shakespeare. But we all have break-up music we file away for those awful special moments, and so for the moment TSS is my Quiet Storm request line. My dedication show. Read the rest of this entry »

Haircut is as Detroit as Faygo, Motown, Belle Isle, and Lafayette Coney Island with extra chili and onions all in one. He’s as white as the driven snow and as filled with soul as Aretha Franklin on Easter Sunday after a hotplate of Roscoe’s. And he’s Read the rest of this entry »