Be good Zoot. Don't let that kid who now claims to "own you," take you down the wrong alleyway...

There’s a new plan of attack this fall for yours truly that I honestly couldn’t be more excited about. First step is to sell the Zoot Scoot. I know, I just bought it, and I love it, and I look super smooth on it cruising down Coast Highway; oh, and the ladies love me on it, the girls adore me on it, I mean, even the ones who never saw me on it, like, the way that I rhyme at a show, reason why, man, I don’t know, so let’s go ‘cause: It takes two to make a thing go right… It takes two to make it outta sight!

Now that I got that out of my system, back to L.A.Z.S. (Life After Zoot Scoot) How will I get around town without my petrol preserving, leather seat bearing, picnic basket wielding, chick magnet; or, as some like to call it, “my hog?” Well, that’s the beauty of this self-motivated intervention. I am essentially forcing myself to change the gawd-awful sleeping pattern I have fallen into (post Vegas), so that I can wake up at the crack of dawn, take my wife to work in Dana Point, and spend the morning hours writing frivolously in that Italian leather notepad I commonly refer to as “my book.” While, of course, drinking as many pumpkin spice lattes with hints of white mocha that one human being can ingest.

Why not, right? If finding a place of employment that allows me to actually respect myself at the end of the day falls into the category of “World’s Most Difficult Things To Do,” you know, right next to climbing K2, then I might as well use my time “up and at ‘em” forcing words onto beige paper with no lines. And since I can’t write without music slowly destroying my eardrums, it means it’s time for a new playlist. Especially considering I’ve been advertising that Joseph Gordon-Levitt movie for well over a month now…

To start off, I would suggest downloading the entire Passion Pit album titled, “Manners.” I’m only recommending four of the eleven songs because they’re the most popular and I like to take the easy way out. Does that mean the rest of the album isn’t justifiably worth the rather inexpensive asking price of $7.99? What are you crazy? Just listen. If you were as addicted to MGMT as I was, trust me, you’re going to dig Passion Pit.

“Moth’s Wings” by Passion Pit

“Little Secrets” by Passion Pit

“The Reeling” by Passion Pit

“Sleepyhead” by Passion Pit

The next group of songs are more catered towards the traditional writing process. I’ll use Passion Pit to fire up as I’m downing double-shots of espresso, and then mellow it out with these and hope my protagonist turns into more than just a “likeable guy we’re all cheering for to get laid.”

“Fugitive” by David Gray

“Quiet Times” by Dido

“Unlike Me” by Kate Havnevik

“Leap Year” by Maria Taylor

“No Signs of Pain” by Azure Ray

“Come Home” by OneRepublic and Sara Bareilles