Here It Comes

Few things can cure me of weekend evening loneliness like cruising on a Saturday night and listening to Little Steven's Underground Garage. 

 

The radio show always makes me feel like I've jumped into a time machine and travelled back to my dad's high school and college days when weekend evenings (or most evenings in general) were spent cruising the main streets in cars with wings and chrome, listening to music and playing it cool a la American Graffiti.

 

Tonight I had to drive to the city in order to stay near the airport where I catch a flight to TX at 6am. Little Steven kept me company on my drive with Turn Up The Radio! Rock, Pop and Roll in Los Angeles 1956-1972

 

There's something about listening to a cool cat with a smooth voice telling stories and playing a great mix of classic songs that just turns me all Rebel Without A Cause. I definitely slowed down and looked into the window of one of my favorite watering holes, The Weary Traveler, just to see what was shakin'. But I kept driving, because, you know, that's just how I roll.