In some alternate universe, i'm an alcoholic lounge singer somewhere, sipping cocktails in a smoke filled room and crooning to the sad detritus of humanity. I've got a cheap suit, a pack of smokes, a few dollars to my name, and a whole world of troubles. But it all melts away for a few moments when i open my throat and sing. Here's Cousteau with "The Last Good Day of the Year," our Daily Jam. Happy New Year.
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