I can't win for losing.
My two occupational loves in life have been newspapers and radio. Unless you've been living under a soundproof rock for the last decade or so, you know what's been happening to newspapers and radio stations -- and the employment prospects for ink-stained wretches and pilots of the airwaves.
At least I have this little thing called 3 Chords & the Truth . . . and you. At least until I wear out my welcome. And welcomes aren't as durable as they used to be.
ANYWAY . . . lest I wear out that tenuous welcome -- and thank you for your graciousness -- I'd better get to the music, which I think is particularly tasty this week.
This week's is a bit of a quirky show, the whys of which I discuss therein. Yet, quirky is good in the universe inhabited by the Big Show.
I hope it's all good in yours, too.
Embrace the quirk; the quirk makes life an adventure. Even for an old fossil whose first languages are newsprint and vacuum tubes.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.