Dive back in, team, because we’ve made it back to the Kevin Barnett zone. This week, the fellas discuss the Alaskan pianist, composer, and former Jefts family neighbor’s album Daylight Moon (2014)—an instrumental jazz collection that kicks off with the sound of a fishing reel and just keeps slamming dunks from there. Also: mud room decorations, Shawn’s construction-related shame, and the hardest part of living with our parents. Slam on your least slippery gloves and come on!
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Dive back in, team, because we’ve made it back to the Kevin Barnett zone. This week, the fellas discuss the Alaskan pianist, composer, and former Jefts family neighbor’s album Daylight Moon (2014)—an instrumental jazz collection that kicks off with the sound of a fishing reel and just keeps slamming dunks from there. Also: mud room decorations, Shawn’s construction-related shame, and the hardest part of living with our parents. Slam on your least slippery gloves and come on!
Do you miss live music? Then you’re in luck, because the four-CD extravaganza The 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Concerts (2009) is here to give you more live music than you can handle! After some obligatory CoronaChat, the fellas discuss this beefy box set, a total grab bag of hits and misses whose final track you will NOT see coming. Also, Shawn debuts a game called “What Is Dad Looking At?” Quit hot-doggin’ and hit play already!
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Dive back in, team, because we’ve made it back to the Kevin Barnett zone. This week, the fellas discuss the Alaskan pianist, composer, and former Jefts family neighbor’s album Daylight Moon (2014)—an instrumental jazz collection that kicks off with the sound of a fishing reel and just keeps slamming dunks from there. Also: mud room decorations, Shawn’s construction-related shame, and the hardest part of living with our parents. Slam on your least slippery gloves and come on!
