JASON CARR COLUMNS

Best song lyrics ever.

I live for late-in-life food revelations.

Every car I have ever owned, ranked…

You should support SNL. Through good times and bad it’s always there for us. I just hope it outlives me, whether I’m ever on it or not.

If you had to be stranded like Tom Hanks in Castaway, what’s the one Detroit or Michigan food item or beverage you could have a never-ending supply of on your deserted island?

In praise of the short-lived thing…

A few thoughts about Forbidden Food. Or if not forbidden then at least Denied.

What is wrong with people who drive 50 in the left lane on a crowded highway?

What is wrong with people who drive 50 in the left lane on a crowded highway?

So without further ado, here is my personally curated playlist of Songs That Have Come Out Since I Was 32 Guaranteed To Make Me Dance at 52:

His message: work smarter not harder. At least, that was my takeaway. I scroll Reels like I’m eating Crème Brulee.

Go 4 It! Bless You Boys. Count Scary. Bowling For Dollars.

Funny is subjective. Like art. One guy looks at a painting and says, my kid coulda done that. Other guy standing next to him says, the nerve! That’s a masterpiece!

Come with me to Chatham’s and let us wander the vast array of old school deliciousness.

Admittedly two came immediately to mind.

Bill Burr, definitely one of the funniest people alive, has a bit in which he says in any relationship someone is always drafting behind the other person.

Inspired by lottery mania, whether it is past, current or future, I got to thinking: has anyone who was already obscenely wealthy won a massive jackpot?

I’ve come here, ye faithful, to sing the praises of Friday.

Let’s talk about suspension of disbelief and Scooby Doo, Where Are You? Seems a fair topic ahead of Halloween. Why not?

I wake up to WABX or JJ and Dick the Bruiser. Or Harper and Gannon.

TV shows that started like a house on fire and then the flames went out.

Can we just stop with the whole Grosse Pointes nonsense?

Here are my five best horror films to watch this Halloween season.

The best and worst Halloween candies to receive while trick-or-treating, I think.

Five pizza items you need in your life, pronto.

The thing about writing these blog series is that you can’t put the keyboard away. I promise this is it. The last Underrated Bands of the Eighties.

First, wind ruins everything.

Is It A Crime… to be that good?

I’m not sure there’s a tighter more thrilling seven-minute pop song in music history than New Order’s Blue Monday.

Remember: The Collective never existed but they could have.

ABC is another Eighties act severely underrated. This is a band that cranked out hit after hit during the first part of the decade.

There is no band that had a more improbable run through a half-a-decade (ok, maybe ZZ Top) in which you would have lost money betting they would not have had a string of hits than… .38 Special.

I’m not convinced Grosse Ile actually exists.

On National Taco Day we need to talk about tacos.

Taco Bell needs to bring back the Chilito, or as it was known in some quarters, the Chili Cheese Burrito.

The changing of the seasons blows. Not just the chilly wind or October skies. It’s also the slow death of the tree leaves, the expense of closing the pool, Lions football. You know what I’m saying.

The Davison Effect will mess with your head. The Davison Effect is incredibly frustrating.

The best pizza in Metro Detroit is Tania’s out of a liquor store in Royal Oak at 13 and Crooks.

Something is missing. I believe the phrase that I’m looking for is “larger than life” voices. A guy whose vocal stylings are synonymous with the games being called.

Uniroyal needs to step up it’s game and get with the times. It’s 2022. Everything is bigger. Well except Tigers ticket sales but that’s a different blog.

There is a moist patch on the Lodge underneath the Wyoming overpass that literally never dries up.

If you’re wondering what the heck I just said these are largely phone based apps…never mind.

The launch of a new car model is always exciting. Maybe it’s because my dad was an autoworker, I grew up in the Motor City and my last name is Carr. Also, I’ve owned 21 different cars since I started driving 35 years ago. That’s a lot of cars.

Remember the early 2000′s (the Aughts)? The first decade of the new millennium was absolutely filthy with raucous crowd-pleasing flicks that had moviegoers doubled over in hysterics. Especially the mid-Aughts.

I feel bad for the youths of today. Who didn’t get to experience the joy of Saturday morning cartoons. The entire reason for existing in the late Seventies and early Eighties.

People sometimes ask me if I ever get bothered or annoyed by being recognized everywhere I go.

I know no one asked, but I have leftover opinions from childhood.

Is a hot dog a sandwich? No. Neither is a brat or an Italian sausage.

Up is the best movie ever. Maybe.

With National French Fry day on tap (and btw why the hell is it not on a Friday), I thought I would oil the mechanisms and grease the levers on said topic.

Chack-atta, chack-atta, vroom VROOM, chack-atta.

I did some strange things when I was a kid. Well, they didn’t seem strange at the time because you’re a kid and don’t know jack squat. Some of those oddities involved the consumption of odd foods.

I was fascinated by cereal as a kid. Such perfection. Such simplicity. Such deliciousness. And a prize inside!

Growing up in Metro Detroit, I took a shine to all media. If you had asked me, I likely would have told you I wanted to grow up and “be on television” like Mort Crim, be the funny morning radio guy like Harper & Gannon on WNIC, or a newspaper columnist like Bob Talbert or, later on, Mitch Albom.