Mr. Suave's Modcast


Mr. Suave's Modcast. No, that's not a typo, silly computer. It's a podcast featuring mod-influenced music, which includes just about everything rock and roll, and I even heard some rap on his show. He's been doing the modcast for nearly 20 years, so there is a vast library to explore. I include a sample here, but it's so eclectic, it's not an accurate representation of the average show. I'm extremely promiscuous when it comes to music (as well as cars I drive), so everything sounds good to me. I realize most people have specific genres they like. If you are into rock and roll, check out Mr. Suave. He is on a few platforms and his website is www.mistersuave.com. I listen to him on YouTube as I walk. 

The last 13 months were very trying for me. I mean, if a grown-ass man’s mom texts him every day and every night to make sure he’s still alive, that’s not a small thing. I listened to a lot of sermons and videos from hundreds of people to process and heal from the most intense pain of my life. 2024 was the worst year of my life, to which I responded in a variety of ways, some healthy and some unhealthy. But Mr. Suave was pure pleasure, once I came across it earlier this year. It just hit right. Very rarely do I skip a song. It's generally upbeat and fun. It doesn't take itself too seriously. And it's clearly a labor of love. 

The fact I embraced something like Mr. Suave's Modcast shows how far I came, and how far I need to go. The milestones are there. I see them. I don't always appreciate how far I've come. So today I'm pausing and recognizing the milestone this podcast represents. No one else could possibly understand how important it is for me to say that. But I never wrote this blog for anyone other than myself. Toodles. 

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