Long before I had the pleasure of working with Corey Brindley, our paths had crossed and we'd always remained within a couple degrees of separation. Somewhere along bridging the gap between my career in advertising, the surf industry, and fashion/lifestyle, I had sent a linkedin message to Corey. The transcript of that communication has since been lost in the annals of a (dot)edu email address. I imagine it was a cold email with the intention of buying him a beer and picking his brain on how I could follow a similar path as him. As things go: plans were made, rescheduled, and eventually scrapped. Years passed, our resumes developed, but eventually overlapped. I can only speak for myself, but I knew almost instantly that Corey and I would be great friends. He's a usual suspect in my iMessage inbox, a frequent plus one to record fairs, and always down for a lunch time pint (or 3). He took some time to select some chunes for us and the playlist feels like a dreamy radio show (which he has) of obscure radness.