|Turns out they have a Facebook page|
The kid fell asleep in the car on the way home. I turned on the Hottest 100 of all time, and felt like I was 21 (and 17 and 26) again. Driving home warm and maudlin with Augie March and Bon Iver and Powderfinger. It's been a while since I understood a Countdown. The days of epic annual parties are long gone, but it's hard not to overhear that day-long summer broadcast in surround sound, in parks and on beaches.
When we got back, The Boy came downstairs to sit in the car with the sleeping kid and write. I went in and cranked it loud. Danced to Hey Ya like no-one was watching and kind of wished someone was.