Lots of Jimmy Buffett coming up on my random music list lately. I think the Universe is trying to tell me something. I’m not sure what, but I think I like it.
If you happened to be driving on I-25 Southbound in Denver yesterday around 4:15pm and saw a silver Ford Flex piloted by a large goateed man with a lot of hair, yes that was Barry Manilow blasting through 12 speakers with 390 watts of oomph. And yes, Barry was singing about Lola and Rico at the Copacabana.
Of this I am not ashamed. That’s how I rock out and I will neither explain nor justify my actions. The huge smile on my face be explanation enough.
My music was sounding crappy and monaural this morning. After about four songs, I plugged my headphones in all the way. Now my music sounds fine. D’oh!
I am currently listening to music that streams from the headless Linux server in my home, over the interwebs, onto the cellular network, through my phone, and into my iPad via WiFi.