I'll Drink To That is Matty's long-running solo chronicle of a creative life in Los Angeles. It works less like a formal interview show than a spoken scrapbook. Episodes often open with musical theater, then drift into monthly catch-ups, Facebook memories, movie reactions, work worries, holidays, Pride, alcohol, illness, and the uneasy comedy of trying to make sense of things in real time. The pace is quick. The structure is loose, but the looseness has a point. A post about Red Sox opening day and handwashing can become an early-pandemic time capsule. A Sondheim disco album can lead into talk about drinking at home, medication, triggers, and the difference between wanting a drink and not being able to stop once one starts. A late-night Cats screening becomes both a movie complaint and a small portrait of January fatigue. The show is especially strong when ordinary details accumulate until they reveal the emotional shape of a season. Matty talks about Boston, library pickups in Los Angeles, holiday lights, World AIDS Day posts, Oscar choices, Frozen 2, Rise of Skywalker, In the Heights, Joker, Parks and Rec, and the strange way culture keeps providing timestamps for private life. The tone can be funny, sharp, sentimental, or worried, often within the same stretch. It is not trying to sound detached. It is trying to remember accurately enough to understand what happened. The 2020 episodes carry real gravity, especially around safety, shutdowns, protests, reopening pressure, job anxiety, and the feeling of watching the world go sideways. The show also keeps returning to performance culture, from Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum and Fun Home to Fosse and Sondheim. Theater is not just decoration here. It is vocabulary, memory, emotional shorthand, and sometimes escape. Listeners who like neat arcs may find the detours demanding. Listeners who enjoy personal storytelling, queer cultural reference points, candid recovery talk, and film-and-theater commentary will find a distinctive rhythm. I'll Drink To That is messy in the human sense, attentive to small evidence, and most alive when Matty lets one recollection open onto another until the year starts to explain itself.