In the spring of 1995 I went to a Toad the Wet Sprocket concert at the Orpheum Theater in Boston. There was a weird hippy band that opened for them. I remember moroccos and tribal sounding music, fog machines, and the smell of marijuana everywhere. After their performance they threw demo tapes out into the crowd, and I caught one. I took it home, listened to it once, and never really thought about it again. Until a few months later that is, when I heard the song on the radio. I dug the cassette out of my closet to see what is was: The band was Rusted Root, and the song was called “Send Me on My Way.”
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