Anthony Miccio and I have rhapsodized this song at great length. Heck, I even wrote about Secret Samadhi once for Stylus.
If you grew up anywhere in Pennsylvania in the ’90s, Live were inescapable. Think of it as a post-grunge Dave Matthews Band. You know, the sort of band that believes they are saving the word with each awkward rhyme. It was awful.
Worse? I’m guessing this post has just made me number one for “Lakini’s Juice” SEO. I guess that feeling I’m mistaking for pride is really just schadenfreude.
Do you remember when they played this song on SNL? It was intense. And not in a good way.
I haven’t! I’m sure it was horrifying. They took themselves so seriously. I wish Disqus allowed folks to embed videos like this.
I always thought of them as a bad version of REM.
That’s amazing! I actually had a soft spot for them as a “good” Barenaked Ladies.