Cold war era fighter jets. Rock ‘n’ Roll. Cheese. Ronald Reagan and everything else about the 1980s that kicked ass. Everything you could possibly want is right here. Well, it’s going to be right here. This beautiful project has been idling on the catapult for too long than can be accounted for in a just and loving universe. But I’m taking the controls and I’m ready to call the ball. Yeah, I know calling the ball is part of the landing procedure. Point being, I’ve got the mission plan and I know what to say to the LSO upon return. “Roger: thirty songs and three albums, ball. Mission accomplished. See you boys on the flight deck.”