

He went to the last gasps of Warped Tour and never threw away his Converse where he wrote out Further Seems Forever lyrics. He is the embodiment of the power ballad. He dreamed of going to Brooklyn when DFA Records was the hot s***, or living in Oakland when Green Day and AFI were frequenting punk houses. Sweet emotion You talk about things that nobody cares You're wearing out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say baby where I'll be in a year When some sweet hog mama with a face like a gent Said my get up and go must've got up and went Well I got good news, she's a real good liar 'Cause the backstage. Yeah, he had a band in high school! They played the local bar and had to come in the back door and promise to only order club soda! He played guitar! He grew up on the radio in his hometown, which means his Top 40 references and hip-hop favorites (see: "Thong Song") are charmingly outdated.

Sure, he was born in '90s, but his dad taught him about carburetors to the sweet sounds of Aerosmith and Guns N' Roses ballads, waxing nostalgic about when cars were cars (pre-emissions checks), when bands were bands (guitars), and when men were men (teased hair and tight pants). He's seen vacationers come and go, but this is his home.
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He knows how to wink at the middle-aged ladies in sarongs without being creepy. He will never judge if you put ice in your wine. He's pouring your drinks, either with no sleeves or no shirt at all. There's no coastal preference here - he's everywhere and nowhere. He's working at the resort with the really nice towels and the saltwater pool heated to 95 degrees at night. The sunlight bounces off the cerulean pool water and catches a flip of hair. And here you are relaxing by the pool, looking at your watch and murmuring "it's five o'clock somewhere" to yourself as the clock ticks noon. After two long years in lockdown, you did it. Stream the playlist via Apple Music, Spotify, Tidal, YouTube.
