1. I propose an instant moratorium on all siren-like sounds in any music that could, conceivably, emerge from my car stereo.
2. The best frickin biscuit on earth can be purchased at the Parade gas station on Highway 45 just north of Macon, Mississippi. Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, not even remotely greasy, and it doesn't even need butter. Perfection.