Impromptu cover week has officially begun — and by “impromptu,” I mean “half planned, half accidentally tripped into it like a man who thought he was walking into the kitchen but somehow ended up in the garage.” I knew I had plenty ready, but I didn’t realize I had plenty ready until after the gospel upload, so technically you’re only getting six days. Consider it a spiritual discount.
I feel like I’m drowning in 45s, and Sunday found me sitting in the middle of a vinyl hurricane, boxes of 45s stacked around me like I was reenacting the final scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark, except instead of priceless artifacts it was “stuff I swear I’ll organize someday.” I listened to a bunch I’d never spun before, giving each the classic 10 second preview — the musical equivalent of sniffing leftovers to see if they’re still good. If it passed the sniff test, I listened more. If it slapped, I recorded it. Honestly, not a bad Sunday for a man buried alive in cardboard.
And then there’s this Challengers cover — hanging around like a bad penny, if pennies still existed and weren’t just cryptids we tell children about. It’s a blazin’ take on Pipeline, big production, big energy, big “I dare you not to grin like an idiot.” I can’t think of a better way to start a Monday unless someone invents a coffee that also pays your bills.
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