This is an old jawbone that has been stuck in my back pocket for years, left on an unmarked cassette that somehow keeps rearing up and flashing its red light of yesterday.
Every other year or so for the past fifteen years I kept finding this tape without a label laying about the cluster of my music. Granted, there are at least a hundred of said tapes laying about my home in various boxes, all relics of a forgotten medium that I do miss terribly (I still wish to have a cassette player in the Jeep, but with discs and iPods...right?) but this one tape always pops up. I remember listening the hell out of it in some faded induced past of my youth, but it didn't have a label. So I would always say that 'Yeah, I'll get around to investigating who exactly it is.'
Every other year or so for the past fifteen years I kept finding this tape without a label laying about the cluster of my music. Granted, there are at least a hundred of said tapes laying about my home in various boxes, all relics of a forgotten medium that I do miss terribly (I still wish to have a cassette player in the Jeep, but with discs and iPods...right?) but this one tape always pops up. I remember listening the hell out of it in some faded induced past of my youth, but it didn't have a label. So I would always say that 'Yeah, I'll get around to investigating who exactly it is.'
You that know me, know that I eventually will get around to certain things, and this time I did.
Good ole Internet and its lyric searches.
Then it all came flooding back.
My senior year at Valley High School, mama. Quicksand was in the deck of the Nova. I think Mark Kitko turned me on to this one. Great album. Still kicks ass.
Take a listen and enjoy...
Yeah, I went out and bought the CD.
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