If I were more punk, I’d say I’m pretty straight edge. But I’m nowhere near punk enough to get away with using that term anywhere real punks could hear it. So let’s just say I don’t drink and I don’t…

Ah, the open road. It calls with a cry so specifically American. Lauded and romanticized in writing, film, television, and music for decades. (Pretty much since there were cars to drive.) I remember when the soundtrack for driving long distances…

I’ve never been much of a dancer. There are more than a few reasons for that. General lack of coordination. Near complete lack of interest in getting better coordinated for dancing. These days, lack of desire in general. And even…

When I first glanced at this list, I thought, “Oh! That fifth one should be easy! Especially after that fourth one!” And then I realized that my criteria for cranking a song is, more or less, if I recognize it…

If the last few of these were tricky, this one especially is. Why? Because it specifically asks about something I just don’t do. I know it’s common practice–even recommended at times–but, well, I made a lot of choices in my…