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Dude, 2009. Me and V-Nilla hit Times Square to watch the ball come down the other night. Total blast. Four words: chicks with glow sticks. And Seacrest sure knows how to work up a crowd. Never mind the booze ban and the two-degree wind chill and the chatty tourons and the $9 hot dogs and the sloshing torrents of urine and the NYPD’s cattle-pen approach to crowd management - when a year starts with a hardy party like this, you just know it’s gonna be OFF DA HOOK.
In that spirit, 2009’s inaugural FReedy FRiday offering, Arriving On A Train, is a thoughtful, spare ballad about travel and memory. Buy it here.
