She Breaks Like a Bottle
I had the house to myself for one night. While the family was watching Ricky Skaggs tear up a mandolin at the Grand Ole Opry, I was revisiting my 20s – amp up loud, probably freaking out the neighbors.
All that to say: no deeply emotional blog this week. No nice, refined, folksy delicate sounds or profession of true love. I wrote a short song, played it loud, yelled like I was singing over a bar crowd and barely met my weekly deadline!
I think it sounds like 5 bands I was obsessed with in the late 90s. Can you guess them?
(Historical note: I may or may not have looked just like a hippie version of Kenny G. in college)