I’m Having a Hootie & The Blowfish Renaissance
I need to finally come clean and admit that I love cheesy 90’s pop rock. You know, as you get a little bit older you start to understand why your Dad always wore his Umbro’s over his sweatpants when he was mowing the lawn. It’ because he doesn’t fucking care. I’m slowly hitting that point and it feels fantastic. So if you think it’s lame that I enjoy some Hootie and the Blowfish from time to time – and possibly Matchbox Twenty – then screw you because I don’t care. I’d call this a “guilty pleasure” except I never really felt that guilty about it. Anyway, expect to hear some Hootie classics at a TIP show real soon.