Lately for some reason every time I turn on the radio there is this one song that’s about this hairy dude with a Chinese menu in his hand, drinking a pina colada with perfect hair at Trader Vic’s. Seems he couldn’t find Le Ho Fooks where they have really good beef chow mein.
I listen to all kinds, but I prefer acoustic and have an appreciation for what they call Americana these days.
Sucker for a good ballad.
Texas singer song writers get it done.
Reminds me...I have a guitar to sell.