Let's get right to the task at hand:  

I know it's sweltering hot and that to spend time reading text on a piping hot computer screen or smartphone underneath the blazing sun and humidity feels like you're wading through a bowl of hot pudding inside a convection oven is not your idea of fun. So I'll keep it brief, unlike the previous sentance which should win an award for longest run-on at a future Webby Award show. 

So perhaps this is a "Dad-ism," or an "Ian-ism," as my Dad would say to me when I was younger. I just realized, while starting to write this, that this week's World Music Show (6/16) aires right before Father's Day.

Did I plan out a special show for Dads to enjoy? Not particularly.

But, can I wrap all the songs I'll be playing this Saturday into a nice package with a bow and present it as a Father's Day special? You bet!

One of the best things I love about Summer, besides the beach, the food and the Mosquitos (the band, in this case, not the bug), is the ability to see live music. Or maybe in my case now, it's the rememberance of seeing some really great live shows (with two kids and two jobs, it's hard to get out to see music much).