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.