Remember that awesome mix tape you received from a special friend?
You saved it. It's in a box somewhere.
And somehow, that friend always seemed to choose the right songs...old songs you adored...new songs you would soon love...songs that made you want to shake or read Camus or cry or go on a nighttime drive with a full moon overhead and the ocean on the left and the windows rolled down and the tape turned up loud. Remember?
Every Wednesday night, Buck Calhoun makes one of those mix tapes for you.