There’s a whole lot of stories been told about Limousine Crazy. Yep. Once was a day when a story didn’t get told without the name “Limousine Crazy” appearing somewhere in it. Long time ago. Long time ago.

Limo and I used to share an office. Bet you didn’t know that, did you? Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s true. We did. Those were the days, I tell ya. When we wanted to talk about music, all we’d have to do is swivel around and fire up some tune talk. You could barely hear yourself think from the din of “heard anything good lately”s and “what do you think of”s and “you’re full of it”s.

Well sir, the world moved on, as the world often does. The swiveling stopped when I moved out of that office, and while we still have our conversations, it’s just not the same without 9 hours a day of the potential to strike up any conversation at any time.

It’s not the same, but this spot here will have to take the place of our in office conversations. I get the Sunday through Tuesday shift, and Limo takes Wednesday through Saturday. We’ll post once a week each, and then throw down at the end of the month, making a mix of the best things we’ve heard that month. We can write a lot, we can write a little. We’ll probably argue a lot, but that’s the fun of it. Should be quite a show.

So what’s gonna happen? Where will this little experiment lead? Always hard to say with Are Seven and Limo Crazy. One minute you’re having a drink on a warm and calm night in DC and the next you’re stuck in a squall on a gravel road somewhere in Alberta with six Dakotan chiropracters and seventeen thousand in casino chips in a duffel bag. Never can tell.

Limousine Crazy? Never heard of him.