The last time I drank the better part of a bottle of Grand Marnier, I got hit by a car while riding my bike. (The guy didn't even stop. Just double checked to make sure I was moving and pinned it. Nice.) I can remember getting up in the middle of the road, blood pouring from my nose and mouth, and thinking about what sort of music would be the perfect soundtrack to this work-a-day hell of life that I had created for myself in DC. I heard a jangly countrified stomp in the back of my head- that and a loud "buzzing" which I could not identify. I hobbled home and woke up the next day covered in blood, very late for work and with a face numbing hangover. Had I been versed in The Drive and their "sound" at that dismal moment, I would have played their unabashedly blue color crunch all the way to work. X-rays be damned. There's stuff in the world worth hearing and if your buddy isn't in some shitty band, borrow mine and try to recall those glory days when a party meant sucking face with some chick from your PE class in neighbor's basement and listening to Blind Melon.

Hear the Drive. Be the Drive.

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