The Yellow Payges - Jezebel/ We Got A Love In The Makin

It’s been a week — and not the charming kind people put on inspirational calendars. No, this one came with the good, the bad, and the kind of ugly that makes you stare into the middle distance and reconsider your life choices.

The good: Cooper the Wonder Dog and I have been tearing up the streets on our early‑morning walks like a couple of retirees training for the Senior Olympics. Spirits high, steps counted, squirrels intimidated.

The bad: My wife gave me a magnificent 22‑ounce Father’s Day coffee mug — a heroic vessel capable of holding enough caffeine to keep me marginally functional. I managed to keep it alive for three days before gravity and my own clumsiness teamed up to assassinate it. Of course.

The ugly: Last month I bought new tires for the ol’ Chevy Colorado, which felt only slightly less invasive than donating a kidney. Then, a week ago Friday, some renegade metal stick decided to reenact a jousting tournament with my sidewall. The tire lost spectacularly. Thankfully, the warranty covered it, because apparently I’ve already sacrificed enough organs to the automotive gods.

And yet, here I sit, surprisingly zen. It’s the weekend, and my biggest crisis is choosing the final cover‑version post of the week — a problem I’ll gladly take over, say, another tire impalement. I’m already “planning” next month’s cover version series, (and by “planning,” I mean I’ve said out loud that I’ll probably do it).

Today’s pick comes from a group that deserved far more love than they ever got. I’ve owned all their 45s and their lone album — the kind of collection that makes people squint and say, “Who?”. Their final single peaked at #102 on Billboard’s Bubbling Under chart, which is basically the musical equivalent of being told, “You almost made varsity, champ.”

But their second 45? That one slaps. They tackle the classic “Jezebel” like Mark McGwire swinging for the fences — minus the pharmaceutical assistance. And the B‑side? Also a scorcher. Another forgotten 45 sinking gracefully into the swamp of music history… and, naturally, into my collection.