Grab 2 Beers and Jump!

Today at the office, a disgruntled employee lost his voice, freaked out on the account team, and quit via resignation letter and 'fuck you' e-mail to the entire company. Classy. Kind of like this! He only left one piece of himself, meticulously placed at the corner of his recklessly abandoned desk. Not unlike a serial killer's calling card, like an Ace playing card, or a severed ear - as if to say 'Your welcome, corporate America':

Just kidding. That's mine. To be fair, he was acting a dash 'swedish candy toy dog' today. But hey, if you - newest member of the Fuck you Jet Blue community - see this post and decide to wear my skin as a dress, I want you to remember one thing. One time I went to the corner store and bought you Swedish Fish. Yeah, I saw that look in your Rage induced twitching glimmering eye. That's right... just put the gun down... Swedish Fish.

Anyway. This song is for you. And by for you, I mean not at you, but what I think you would want to sa-uhhh forget it...

Cheers,
Merman

Daily Drop, Montly Mix.

So you guessed it by now. I forget about this thing sometimes. I also think that when I say 'you', I really me 'me' and 2 other 'you's'. I'm guessing it's Don & Dylan, but I digress. So here's the deal: Daily track. Monthly Mix. And a picture of my life to boot. I think I can handle it.

This is Grace. She's not a business man, she's a business, man. I went home to Ohio for a Keller family reunion this weekend, and I must say, I think I know where I get my swagger. Speaking of which, I can't think of one track more fitting. Stylish, genuine - an instant classic. Pretty much sums up both Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, and my little cousin Grace.

Home, released in 2009, is a bit of a departure for Alex Ebert, who was also the lead singer for Ima robot. Under this new rootin' tootin' maw & paw moniker, he's crafted some sort of time warp that manages to contrive both nostalgia and freshness. On Sunday my sister and I were listening to NPR's bluegrass hour, and she mentioned that [they] just don't make music like they used to. I beg to differ, and this track is why. 'Home' is like the first leaves of fall. Specifically, it's the smell. All other seasons let you forget how much you love a woodsy smell that sinks into the skin, and every September it still feels new in lungs. That's how I felt about seeing my family. And that's how I think I'll feel about this song in 20 years. So thanks, Mr. Sharp. You've saved me from a lot of song writing classes, guitar lessons and tortured nights of longing and reflection. Shew!

Cheers,

Merman