Sexy Sax Man

Who doesn’t like George Michael?

Pretty Lights – Regulators

Pretty Lights – Regulators

Pretty Lights – Retalliation

Dog of the Day – Grommit Norwood

Today is Grommit’s 5th birthday, so I figured it was time to make him DOTD. Where do I begin with this superb specimen…Facebook. I found Grommit on Facebook Marketplace while I was doing an internship in Denver a few years ago. Grommit was in Athens, GA at the time and I had my buddy Dayton go and play with him to see if he would be a good fit. Dayton’s response after first meeting Grommit was  “Dude he is perfect for you, he is ADD as hell.” I sent the owner a check to reserve the little bastard until I returned in a few weeks. His living situation at the time consisted of 2 lesbians, 2 cats and 1 dog. I kid you not. Since that faithful day, he has been my best friend. Through cut feet, lamp shades, stolen shoes, chewed up yearbooks (sorry Will) and entire chocolate cakes (Charlie)…Grommit continues to melt the heart of anyone who comes in contact with him (except the mailman and UPS guy). He loves his new life in Colorado with his best bud Rigsby, but he misses his old friends from college and long days spent chasing birds and dolphins on Daufuskie. Many thanks to all of the people who have been a part of his life so far, he expects a serious butt scratch when you see him next.

Here’s to you MR. Happy Birthday.

Phish – Crosseyed and Painless

RIP Nate Dog

Nate Dog has died at the age of 41. RIP big homie

Dog of the Day – Lucy Molony

Lucy was born during the spring of 2007 in the sleepy suburban community of Mt. Pleasant SC.  The second smallest of a litter of seven Border Collies, Lucy spent her formative years in the South Milledge district of Athens GA.  It was there that her first encounter with a flying disc occurred.  Since then, this dog has eaten, slept, and drunk Frisbee.  Having conquered the Davis Street circuit, Lucy elected to relocate to her original stomping grounds, Charleston SC, where she knew legitimate competition would await.  She was not disappointed.  All disc-related activities are currently on hiatus while her owner is in South America, but look for a strong comeback at Charleston’s Horse Lot field this summer…

Email DOTD Submissions to Norwooda@gmail.com

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Ike is the man

Two Fresh – Air Mail

These two dudes deserve a listen. They have just released their sophomore album Air Mail. If you like sweet beats, womp and general shinnanigans you will dig it. Please download and pass to the left.

Download: Two Fresh – Air Mail

DFS-

I’m Bored – Here are some tunes

Disco Bicuits – Caves of the

Phish – Makisupa Policeman

STS9 – Firewall

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If I was Charlie Sheen…

Oh Wild Thing, what have you gotten yourself into this time? Porn stars living with you and your kids, mountains of cocaine and crack, 36hour benders and now non-stop interviews to try to get your TV show back and prove you are sober. What happened to the days of Indians baseball and that rad zig-zag haircut? You sir, have placed yourself in quite the predicament.

If I were Charlie Sheen I would do things differently. I would sell the mansion, cars and all of the remaining drugs. Call up Richard Branson and see if I can purchase a section of Necker Island.

My next move would be to trade in the porn stars for 2-3 loyal dogs and enough dog food to keep them happy for a few years. I would pack 1 duffel bag with t-shirts, bathing suits and a pair of aqua socks. People often forget the versatility of aqua socks. Not only can they be worn in and around the ocean, but they can also be used to spice up a nice pair of slacks and a polo.

After getting my bags packed and the private jet fueled up, I would make sure to call Terrapin, Sweetwater and New Belgium. I would have them air drop at least 2-3 kegs each per month.  Tap handles would be found strategically placed throughout the island. The beer would be flowing like the salmon of Capirstrana. Upon my arrival I would send out a tweet that said “Charlie Sheen came, he saw, he conquered” never to be seen again.