guy:
Soft and Sweet by G. Love and Special Sauce.
i’m not even a big fan of them, but they scream high school to me. you know why? because my brother was a huge fan.
invariably when he couldn’t sleep late at night, he was playing some G. Love. I can still picture the small band poster on his wall, covering up a fist-hole in the wall (one that was probably caused by me. he hit the wall often when i was in high school because i was that annoying). the poster came out of some guitar magazine, maybe even Guitar itself.
i don’t hear his stuff much these days, since i live 80 miles from my brother, and haven’t lived with him in five years. but every time i hear it, i am reminded of him. and also that when he couldn’t sleep, neither could i.
because his music was too damn loud in our under-insulated house.
