Having just returned from a family road trip to our nation’s capital, my posting schedule has been thrown off-kilter this week. Sometimes I like it when my kilter is off, but not when I have hungry music geeks to feed. With no time to compose the prose that curls your toes, I must hastily rustle up whatever raw verbiage my brain spits out and slap it together into something vaguely paragraph-shaped.

As a stop-gap measure, here’s one of my current earworms, a soon-to-be classic slice of California R&B by Ty Dolla $ign, featuring Babyface on wicked rhythm guitar.

Like everyone else (I assume) in my demographic, I have no idea what to do when faced with a catchy song containing the N-word. Not about to sing it out loud — it even feels a little strange singing it in my head. My favored solution at the moment is to start the word with a T and make it all about Winnie the Pooh characters.

Back to our regular programming next week. Keep it 100 (Acre Woods), y’all.