Hawaii seems so far away right now. So do the '90s. I used to listen to this CD on my discman on road trips with my parents and my siblings. Staring out the car window at the Rockies, the Tetons, the Salt Flats, the highway. My brother grew up to play drums in a band and spent a few months on tour opening for the Breeders. I only ever saw them once, at a small club in Köln. For some reason I woke up today with this song in my head. It sounds like a postcard from somewhere distant and sunny. And in the depths of this impossibly cold winter, even a small ray of imagined postcard sunshine provides a little warmth.
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