Cabana

11:30pm. It’s 90 degrees out. We’re in the shallow end of the pool dancing under the stars…

Unless, like me, you’re in Portland, where it has been pissing down rain for the last eleventy-jillion months. Fortunately, there is a cure, and it is called Las Vegas. We are heading down there for a little rest, relaxation and ruckus this weekend. Oh sure, you say, r&r from what? Well, let me tell you, traveling up and down the West Coast for music festivals really takes it out of a person!

On a whim, I decided I needed a little soundtrack to get my head in the right space for it. Not my normal mixtape stuff but it’s already making me think about our private cabana at the pool…