yeah I mean, werewolves of London, but more importantly an end to end journey of the highs and lows of being a hooligan. 46 years and the rise of pop country and there still isn’t a better song about a truck than a 48 second outtake to close out this one
it is the only album i want to listen to most of the time this record has everything - hype, heart, ham and hits waddy watchel (ripper), jackson browne (legend), russ kunkel (all-timer), mcvie and fleetwood (geez louise), linda ronstadt (queen) and the songs, don’t even get me started on the songs. they are funny as shit, but genuine, hard and heartfelt thank god for warren zevon
I’m not talking just in the same city, I mean literally as close as possible. in the same neighborhood, on the same block, even in the same building. if you actually like each other you should be able to handle the proximity, look at Kramer and Jerry. however more realistically, just sharing the same corner bar is powerful, powerful thing.
it’s kind of in the name but aggressively drinkable, served in a liter bottle, well priced, great chilled. bring it to a party, drink it yourself, it’s a wine you can lean on when a seltzer sounds gross, and liquor sounds worse
a balance between relaxed and professional. go oversized, be comfortable, and convince your boss you care with a collar but keep all the comforts of the hoodie everyone has noticed you‘ve worn 3 days in a row
