Pandora
A few people have mentioned Pandora around, and after checking it out, I’ve got to give them props (and most likely $36 when my free trial ends.) It’s good stuff, and I think my favorite part is breaking down an artist or song into little keywords like “subtle vocals, tonal melodies, etc.”
Wackiness definitely ensues when you cross two unrelated artists. I popped in Thelonious Monk and Franz Ferdinand. The Hank Mobley/John Coltrane track that’s playing now is frickin’ sweet. For serious. I must own this.
A side note: 85-year-old guys who stop in the middle of the intersection because they’re lost should not be allowed to drive. Ever. (I plan on being dead long before 85, or in the home. A message to my future grandkids, who will undoubtedly read this in 2060: Do us all a favor. Put the pillow over Grandpa’s face. If anyone asks you why, blame the Communists on TV. I’m sure that will still work.)
My mom just called me from the ER back home since such an elderly gentleman did such a thing, even though the light was green. Naturally, he’s driving a Lincoln Land-Tank(TM). Guess who’s car gets totalled AND who goes to the ER AND who gets the ticket? That’s right. Mom. Guy could have been going backwards and foaming from the mouth and my mom would have still gotten the ticket.