Sometimes you just have one of those nights. Where you jump into a nice hot bath, and Ray Charles comes on the radio. And you think, “It doesn’t get any better that this…”. And you’re thinking about the previous tune on the radio – was that Monk backing up Charlie Parker? And how badass was that anyways. And dammit Ray Charles could sing and swing and groove. And then you know – before the song ends – that in 10 minutes you’ll be on your couch with a bowl of cereal wanting, more than anything else, to watch just some stupid shit on T.V.
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About Phil
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What is to tell? Phil is the kind of guy where if you saw him walking down the street, you might consider turning and walking the other way. Not because he seems intimidating or mean. Not even because he's so particularly unpleasing to the eye. But, more likely, because of his fragrant aroma - an enchanting musk, if you will.
He lives in the great city of Seattle, WA and performs in the great band of Stay Tuned. He performs music. He designs and develops on the computer. He occasionally bathes, frequently enjoys chips and salsa, and cannot get enough of the original Iron Chef.
He lives a simple and uneventful life and rarely has anything of interest to say - Which is precisely why he has created his own blog. It seemed easier and slightly less lame than setting up a fucking Twitter account.
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What is to tell? Phil is the kind of guy where if you saw him walking down the street, you might consider turning and walking the other way. Not because he seems intimidating or mean. Not even because he's so particularly unpleasing to the eye. But, more likely, because of his fragrant aroma - an enchanting musk, if you will.