I'm back. And I am not alone.
Things are going really well. I had a wonderful addition to my family (artist's rendering here). She is awesome. I am restraining myself from turning this into a gallery of the billion pictures I have taken on little Harper in the last month. Okay, one picture. Maybe two.
Also, I need to tell you about this radical new website from my friend, Jesus. No not that Jesus. This Jesus is an artist, writer, singer, dancer, and, of course, air guitarist master from the Cold Cold Minny. His website, Urthwurm, is a collection of brilliantly strange art, words, and musings. Check it out. Good ahead, I'll wait.
To celebrate his new website, he made us a nice little rock n roll mix. Jam it proud:
And, of course, I got a few mixes for you:
The first is just a mix named after Harper's favorite toy (jacques the peacock):
Boppy Jacques the Peacock Mix
And one mix that I don't really have a story for:
Just A Sip at Twilight Mix
And the fourth installation of the beloved Chicken Mix Series and the perfect way to ruin any good party:
Chicken Mix IV: New World Pecking Order
Well, that is about it, I guess. Oh wait, shout out to the Broncos who are playing (and dressing) out of their heads. Whoo! And my fantasy team is hanging tough too. Alright.
Have a nice week.
Maria and I whipped up a creepy Halloween Mix for y'all.
Listen if you dare!
This is not be confused with the party-orientated Halloweenies Mix of yesteryear.
We hope you have a great All Soul's Week. May it be chiller, killer, diller, and thriller.
And please remember that you should not eat the candy embedded razor blades or poison.
Hope you have a wonderful turkeyday. Y'all like cranberry sauce. I do. Oh and don't forget to give this a spin. It's tradition!
And for all you travelin' folks. I have a special mix for you. This is a collection of my favorite truckin' songs. Here is:
Road-tested and approved by the Yetsko family. Got them straight through to D-Town from the lesser D-Town (Dallas). Apparently without any little white pills. Yetsko pointed out the notable absence of this classic though: Breaker Breaker, good buddies.
Reminds me of the time Randy put a CB radio in his Subaru and printed up a list of trucker lingo. That was a helluva roadtrip. I hope you got your ears up and you hadon't need to outrun no smokies. Give me a big 10-4 if you enjoy the mix.
